A star folds inward,
its pull rearranging galaxies.
Cells echo this collapse,
their endings feeding the marrow of others.
Bowie’s last breath curved space—
not silence, but resonance.
Planets circle memory,
drawn by a gravity that still remains.
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Whether this poem is intended as a tribute to a great star or not it applies. His album "Space Odyssey" (one of his most famous) ties him to this poem. He was dark not in complexion but in the aura he projected. Very nicely written my friend
Perhaps it's somewhat a fitting reflection of that aura. It can go either way depending on the angle of approach. I am surely taking this as compliment. Thanks ever so much dear Soren 🙏🕊️
You are most welcome and yes it was indeed meant as a compliment
The artist maybe dead, but the music still shines bright.
Bowie must be the most original artist ever and like the star it never wanes.
There must be a takeaway there when we consider all the competing voices and compositions. A niche is no longer enough. Thanks for your insight, Paul 🕊️🙏
I was The Birdman. I flapped me wings and fell in a black hole. Do ya hear me? I'm don 'ere in this 'ole! lol.
As am i, O! 🕊️🙏
Arqios, the way you link stars, cells, memory, and music creates a whole orbit of meaning…small and infinite at the same time. Stunning piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Always believed in the interconnectedness of stuff...I guess it's showing up even in art. Thanks, mate. 🙏🕊️
Absolutely! And praise God for it! Indeed, me too! You are most welcome, my friend! 🖤🙏
That memory will always be with us Rik.
Andy
And then we too shall fade into memory 🙏🏻🕊️
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