I raise Beauty -humans, bones, skin- to which nothing else reaches.
Here, there is no history, no narrative. No bones, no skin either.
Up here, I see matter fading. I see only intangibles- a singularity
that does not distinguish between anything. Nothing.
And then – I stop understanding. I don’t want to understand. Understanding
leads me to error.
Up here, I see only dead stars. Stellar clouds. Separated by light
years but all the same always. Equality everywhere. They dance,
they merge, they spread, they mix.
And ultimately, they disappear.
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