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Parallax
Michaela Stansberry
The universe is vast, vast and
beautiful
perilous
Surpassing our imaginations
Debris roam free, pummeling
by parsecs. Stars collapse
planets into submission. The void
into being and life springs
stretches like a never-ending
from cesspools of recycled
night, bringing a chill that creeps
chemicals. The graceful curves
into your bones and frosts
of nebulae beckon like an inviting
your lungs. A vacuum tugging
hand. Gravity wells seduce
at your sanity and gleefully diffusing
unsuspecting particles, rendering
your oxygen. The emptiness doubles,
them jewelry for a planetary
triples before light can cut through,
mistress. The celestial sphere taunts
with images of things light years past.
Spring/Summer, 2020 Issue
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