The fight for soul & torturous pain,
Emerges wild on thunderous plains
of star-fields making brand new worlds.
Dirty snowballs, shining pearls.
Rocks in space, giants of gas
Icy moons that shine like glass.
Yet… and yet… and yet… nothing calculated the beauty of you.
The laws of chaos created a wildly, wilful, flexible film of existence
& THIS is where YOU dance.
This alien world – this ailing world,
This world which IS you.
Hostile to all but the most persistent of beings.
Heck, that’s why I adore you.
You weren’t made to be easily loved
& yet I do.
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