There’s a rush to the universe,
felt at thoughtful times.
It's the residual exhilaration of the first
blinks of creation hinted at
in the throes of our passions.
There’s motion in the universe,
seen on windy days by the sea.
The fleeting freedom of
wild chemicals, released and caught,
giving change the space to be.
There’s an awe to the universe,
found in things big and small.
In the balancing of coercions,
the blending of dreams with horizons,
that fixes everything in time.
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Author:
karvelD (
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Thank you for taking us on this exhilarating journey so well expressed
As a new member to the site, the grace of your encouraging comments is warmly appreciated.
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Lovely writing . Nicely expressed words )
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