all of my life,I was made of tiny explosions,
they were inexplicable,
incapable of really showing a supernova,
and as I talk to the moon
and wish the stars would whisper back
there is stardust in your hair,
that I can't help but lust for the number of constellations it can create.
and while you gazed upon the river and wondered why it was so wide,
I stopped to think
why it's too small.
your eyes can carry the cosmos I wouldn't dream of creating,
and yet my lips can't stop tracing the stories your gaze reveals.
why,
oh why,
my atoms won't yield to annihilate against your matter,
I would think never to know,
but the trails of theories and mysteries you leave behind,
awaken a new kind of explosion
the universe itself
would not have discovered.
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Poetry❝ just like relativity, we are only a theory ❞ • amateur writings of golden poetry • [cover by @antigravitea]