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Universe Creation
Stars are gone,
As are the gods,
Pale shades of
What once was.
The has-beens
Of the cosmos,
Their legacies etched
Forever into the
Fabric of space,
But struck from
The tapestries of
Time and sky,
Burned into ash
From the morning
Sun's light upon
Break of dawn.
Blind eyes strain
Past the veil
Hanging, lying there
Upon our faces,
Hands too small,
Grasping at it's
Mysteries, to feel
The icy chill
Of it's touch.
The mind, however
Is more powerful
Than any god,
Wilder than any
Expanse of the universe.
For within, we
Create our own.
universe
expreses well the action mystery of the universe
Your poem has a
Your poem has a wonderfull way with words; to describe how the mind is at it's greatest as it creates many aspects of life.
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Each person's brain is a
Each person's brain is a universe of its own. Yet some are smaller than others, while some are too big to fathom. Something tells me yours in one of the latter. Well written!
Long days and pleasant nights
Diamond