Gaze

Celestial graveyards, our Galaxies.
Existential spontaneities.

My brief blink’s seen supernovas die.
Yet, bare, aware; to think…or ask, “why?”.

Fade swift from mind’s eye, REM dreams.
Still, waking science twists how real seems.

Too, whilst I strut, many things are born.
Many great primed lives felled by foul thorn.

Life’s beauty secret is constant death.
Phosphorous sight twixt first & last breath.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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