Dripping from the sky.
Into blue liquid.
Molten gels incrusted in man’s land.
Circling the core of all.
Its call enmities from the oldest of bygone starry beginnings.
Tendrils reaching for traveling dusted cosmos.
Crashing into each other like young lovers.
Perfect roundness becomes a spinning spiral.
Within is all.
Every bit and bite we guess for a glimpse.
Through mangled and crushed worlds’ remains we search.
Rays within spectrums.
Gazing through sight and beyond human eye.