Galaxy forming molecules manifest mystery;
gaseous clusters: a womb for birth.
In the mass of space and time we observe history;
light years of colourful language
from the insignificance of earth.
Travelling light years to reach
the captivated gaze of human curiosity:
a mystical soup of virile ferocity
forming familiar patterns reflected in our eyes,
size, to huge to comprehend
filling up the skies.
Patterns of particles is all we can cling too,
hoping to catch a glimpse of something we knew.
From the cosmic soup of natural creation
is where stars were formed secreting the structures
for life to form its physical adaptation.
A contest entry
- Something About God by reckless abandon.
700 points, ended January 1, 23 entries
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This is really interesting, and not quite like the other entries.
"size, to huge to comprehend
filling up the skies." to should be too
Thanks for sharing!
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