Identity by George Page

There is no one here but you and

you are an expansive personal pronoun

stretching out with tired lights from

one end of the Milky Way to the other.

That is right : you are a galaxy on speed

a gorgeous gemstone of Red Giants and White Dwarfs

Black Holes and jitter-bug yellow neutrinos.

There is no one here but you and

you are the space inbetween

the labored breathing of collapsing galaxies and

the joy expanding deep breaths of harvest moons.

You are the invisible inbetween , that mirrors

an apparent Universe of fluctuating sound signatures .

That is right : you are the Music of The Spheres .

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