Composed whilst intoxicated.
One star, one form,
We are one storm
Held together by prediction and model
But no storm
And no form
That could ever contain our soul
That could ever contain our connation.
But held together by the sound of galaxies.
As far as my blinded eye could ever see.
From one event-horizon t'another.
The sound of galaxies—
Music to the ever-eternal
And language to who are first-born
Begot of reality and the ripples of consciousness
That attempt to normalize the planes.
M.M. — Aug-25-2016
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