January 2nd, 2025 § 0 comments
Sculpted and shackled
Writhing, shadows entwined
Each breath a battle
Against its binds
Desperate limbs
Dance in darkness
Searching for freedom
From the bonds they keep
Till finally breaking
Through tangles unfurled
A spirit emerges
New born, in the world.
Hat tip: Anthropic Claude
Tagged apod, astrophotography, first light machine, Precession, quantum poetry, Relatively quantum poetry, Space poetry, stars
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