Did we fall out of the boom,
the crash, the billions of bits
that created the universe?
I imagine us meandering around
the cosmos, interstellar travelers
perusing our options, riding eons
of space highways & terrestrial
autobahns, appraising the virtues
of planets and stars, choosing
the juiciest for a long gestational sleep.
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Napowrimo Day 11 prompt: “write a poem of origin”.
This one to be continued, I think. It’s a start.
Charlotte Hamrick 
Spinning particled voyagers…waiting for the right place to plant our seeds. This is wonderfully aligned with my own visions of the universe. (K)
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You and Merril inspired me to continue the celestial theme. 😊
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I was going to say we’re all inspired by space. Must be that black hole sending out…something. 🙂
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