Nebula

the river of phantoms speaks
through clusters of interstellar dust;
it pulses with the shining
of its own language; moves slowly
with density, speed–fast
as dreams are formed, true
as dreams are dreamed

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One comment

  1. slpmartin · April 25, 2013

    Love your imagery in this poem…a fine verse IMHO.

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