A child is born.
The weight of the Universe
weighs him down
fills him
each nucleus able to birth
A galaxy.
—–
There, he smiles,
cries, as all babies must
love pulsing through his soul
a catalyst for change
if only we’d listen.
poetry
A child is born.
The weight of the Universe
weighs him down
fills him
each nucleus able to birth
A galaxy.
—–
There, he smiles,
cries, as all babies must
love pulsing through his soul
a catalyst for change
if only we’d listen.
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