In the amber of a memory, fossilized a heart
it could be an infinite, had it had a start
existing as an endless
predating birth of time
adorning a carbon necklace
bejeweled in blood bright
twinkling on arid shores of aurora and asteroids
shimmering whenever a macrocosm imploded
perched on cosmic waves of antimatter tides
growing wise while stars died
strung on celestial threads of reality
feeding on voids, added to its size
beating with pulse of chaotic activity
burdened with boundless galactic energy
compressed in blood red chambers four
sans sane outlet, nay, not even a door
t'was a lot for heart to take
no exits for excess to pour
now surely it'd burst or break
horizons stained with cosmic gore
before it burst, it did oscillate
and slowly bled to its death
Horizon stained with cosmic gore. A poem cosmic in its sweep and dimension.
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