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GALAXY.
Thoughts shine like stars
in the fermament of my mind
penetrating the darkness to
illuminate dimly lit ideas.
Black holes of hidden pain implode,
dark caverns skirted, feared.
Shooting stars of brilliance flash briefly,
enthusiasms that flower, fade, die.
An inner galaxy, an unseen Milky Way
seemingly without end.
Wow. I love this poem. I've never thought about the correlation between writing and outspace, but I do now. You've woven your words tightly to build intensity like a struggling painter, writer, poet feeling the need to spread the brilliance. Thank you so much for posting this.