With Stardust Flowers

Everything and nothing.

Emptiness is what makes almost the entire universe. Everything and nothing.

Understanding reality in the largest scale.

It's the story of everything.

As the universe expands pushed by dark energy. Emptiness, the vacuum, the void, the nothing.

Yet you have to trick nothingness into existence.

Time is our great cosmic conductor.

Nothing escapes the song or spell we are under.

Built from stardust sustained by cosmic ingredients, every cell is linked to an earlier stream of consciousness. Connecting her beating heart to a great seismic conductor.

Conducted from her heart is a great seismic reactor. Prehistoric energy exists at the core of the will to be.

She gives us everything, her light, her beauty, her majesty.

Eyes wiped clean from the thoughts that stray,

I am here today.

Now I see you from clear eyes,

Will I choose today.

Spirits of cold and ice, flowers from angels.

Children in Christ.

Sunbeams spun into light, prismatically bleeding a rainbow delight.

Cascade kaleidoscopic, psionic creator pulsating reactors.

Is this a dream we are in, horned serpent to a thousand blackbirds.