Space is the place

Infinite spirals twisting in the wind

Starlight flowing on with no end

Photon flashes up around the bend.

Wrapping ribbons over layers of stars

Passing miasma of dust collect afar

Slowly swirling into suns

Patient furnaces burning on

Radiant light whence life begun

Played out on a sea of possibility

and an Ode to the Dancefloor:

All the nights awash in lights

Bodies bathed in heavenly glory

Melody playing and telling our story

Just don’t let the track stop rolling

Eyes glistening, thighs whispering,

Impelled by the beat of the drums


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