Nebula

It seems through the one mind
we live so many dif­fer­ent lives.
Each thought drawn newly, prom­isingly
upon the shad­ows
of its predecessors’.

 

Hot fur­nace star-thoughts
press mil­len­nia together
pen drags neb­ula across
paper faced nebula.

 

Self explodes into each
other.
  another.

- Can­berra 2011

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