The stern profiles of emperors spinning between fingers,
wandering stars circling their binding stars, blue waves
lapping the sand on the beach, gravity waves from
merging black holes ringing spacetime on our cosmic
shore, passing through us, no different matter. Who
needs a night dress for moments like these, when
it can lay in the closet, bedding for a sleeping cat,
out of the way of rising stars and falling thrones?
17.09.2024
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