As the fading starfalls, I catch the comet particles
in the nebula mist is the stimulus for organic matter

I call across the hi-fi, a frequency clear like stereo
in the silent sound of space and nothng
all existence carries its own ambience

a thousand days year - I count the hands, the clock, the time
ion vapor fades in the depths of space
countless stars; forever; infinite life

10/07/2005

Author's Note: This was based on word relations.

Posted on 10/07/2005
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