CELESTIAL FEAR WITHIN ME
And while they say that the stars we see
are the remnants of what used to be,
my fingers and toes begin to numb,
nerves flutter like a celestial hum,
then a familiar ring in my ears
as I gravitate toward my fears.
Oh, how tiny and fragile we are
in the vast ripple of light and dark.
If all that's in our sight is the past
then what and who—now—exists with us?
If the place we call home expires
will we last or succumb to fire?
Too young to go beyond what we know,
too late to salvage what we borrowed.
Witness the traces of the ancient,
there lie the answers for the present.
Listen to what a man once told me,
"A world forms from what you imagine."
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CELESTIAL
PoetryA collection of self-written poetry relating celestial phenomena, history, and conspiracy theories to the writer's thoughts and emotions. To fantasy, dark romance, etc. readers/writers, I am open to collaboration.
