Our planet,
but a single pixel in space.
Our lives,
insignificant, or perfectly in place?
Little motions,
multiplying into megascopic reactions.
Little steps taken,
significant, or trite transactions?
I live on this pixel,
this pixel called, “Earth,”
and sometimes I wonder,
what it’s all worth.
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But the beauty,
rests in every place.
As evil as it all seems,
there are many broken dreams,
but beauty truly does gleam.
But solitary fragments,
of this immaculate place
we are of its space;
We are all perfectly,
in place.
Fate exists not,
destiny sings a song,
to those who listen.
Someday all will glisten,
and the ocean will lie
in purity.
I love this pixel
For good or ill it shines
Vast in emptiness
Recently I wrote cosmic cocktail …about father
sky and mother earth…seems a bit resonating
with this delightful pen…thanks
T///and yui is really a way cool gal..bluedolphin
Hi Blue, Yes, I had read that and your other works but I can’t remember if I have left any comments yet. I’ll take a look at it again. Sounds interesting. Glad you like Yui too!
Thanks T…
your butter poem slipslides like a liquid lava lamp
light shows in alls its magical movements of fantasy…I was taken away in awe…ouch..hoTT…wax
and I have passed yui along to several forums…so
I can see how far she will grow in the flow of poetic zen…take care..blue