The Helix Nebula

The Helix Nebula

The Helix Nebula

The Helix Nebula
Sometimes in the broken barrier of a rising sun
The moon presses against its baring chest

Awaken me for I am hazy and without rest

Rain formed from endless love
Love molded and shaped from boxed souls

smothered and unable to breath
From the hallway a window opened
The wind blows like wave-sickled particles
Along the crooked hallway
Lays a dying man
His face is covered in black
And bares a crooked hand
The den in which he sleeps colored by explosions in the sky
Slowly dying waiting a brief encounter from his third eye
A planet completely uninhabited

In the middle of the room
Spiraling, death and destruction
Gravitational chaos encrypted by the weight of uncaring doom
A vacuum of emptiness
Thousands of lost souls searching

standing alone like a brideless groom


Harbinger of a painless syndrome

What if we stumbled into heaven?
Zero correspondence
No assumption of up or down

expanding in all directions


Not once fearing the ground
Do you think a lion killing a gazelle is evil?
It does not disparage

Entropy- has no victims but the victims themselves
Only thing left to do is jump




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