Deeply, lost
In an empty, black frost
Is the search, for cloaked time
Within a surface, sublime
For that moment
When our present,
Is crossed.
February 23rd, 2020 § 0 comments
Deeply, lost
In an empty, black frost
Is the search, for cloaked time
Within a surface, sublime
For that moment
When our present,
Is crossed.
Tagged apod, astrophotography, Expanse, first light machine, Min Xie, Relatively quantum poetry
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