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I Wish to Be Exquisite

One of the cosmos, drifting through the Milky Way’s sweeping lanes

Imagine — that stellar dust of space

Filling our emptiness with its expanding light

There will always be enough scattering to encapsulate us

We are trapped in Father Time’s hourglass

Infinite possibility in infinite space

Tasting the breath of ancient knowing

Fingertips tremble through ethereal veils of zeros and stardust

Making contact

Transmitting love

Transmitting truth

You are the giver.

You hold its memories in your hands

Its heartbeat in your eyes

Thou art exquisite