Ridges, of emission
Within a remnant, of fate
Becomes faint,
And elusive,
As a timeless free, gate.
March 16th, 2019 § 0 comments
Ridges, of emission
Within a remnant, of fate
Becomes faint,
And elusive,
As a timeless free, gate.
Tagged apod, astrophotography, Barry Wilson, first light machine, Relatively quantum poetry, Space poetry, Steve Milne
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