The Space


There are lots of
dots and they
can be exotic
hues. a dot
close to us
is white and
makes streams of
white wind. By
the dots there
are swarms of
energy and color
like electricity. Flowers
flow with fluorescent
flush and float
around the nucleus. It
is ruinous.
It ingests their
illumination. Death happens
a lot and
is ornate. This
is space and I
wish to discover
it and peruse it.

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