A light year...
how intrinsic it can be when
one spends it in incubation
introspection, dejection, then
suddenly
projection

bliss is fleeting
madness comes creeping...
a nebulous cloud with a black hole heart
that draws all into its heavy void

prismatic life forms abduct my mind
probing proboscii
saturnic insanity

she is Galaxy
I am void
she draws me
lightspeed
to her black hole...
a comet...
loves's yo-yo
in a nebulous playground.

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