PROTOSTAR
Neonatal
sun-spun
clouds in
the rainbowing
V O I D.
something
from nothing
gas, dust, heat
a lot of something
from a little of
everything.
c r e a t i o
EX NIHILO…
never really
nothing from
the everyfling
M I N D
brightswirler,
retina-wrecking,
a wayfinder’s
pricking beacon
in born.
Written by JJ Brinski, the mad space poet
“All shall be well;
and all manner of
things shall be well.”
Cosmic alchemy explained through poetry. Nice poem, left me thinking about ontological arguments