
Because we could not stop to die
Death did not stop for me;
The stars hold true a measured cloak
Of pure passivity.
We slowly wake, and see a truth
That makes a stark reveal;
That time and prescience cannot hide
Our raw, mortality.
September 7th, 2019 § 0 comments

Because we could not stop to die
Death did not stop for me;
The stars hold true a measured cloak
Of pure passivity.
We slowly wake, and see a truth
That makes a stark reveal;
That time and prescience cannot hide
Our raw, mortality.
Tagged apod, astrophotography, Emily Dickenson, first light machine, quantum poetry, Relatively quantum poetry, Space poetry
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