In the voids of space, where the pitchness rules and its
Darkness flows like a perfect oil.
Quick-changing lubes fuel unseen
Energies in momentums of magnetic dance.
Frigid apparitions in quantum realms collide,
Black holes vacuum-load and shoot in spectral light.
Ratio disruptions, magnetic eddies,
Stall out waves, time bubbles in their sway.
Suns and planets, slow to turn and spin,
Sometimes in cosmic chaos recklessly collide and marry,
Reaching in the dark, they grasp and pull,
Like spheres after nuclear winter's spent.
Raining planets in scale to oblivion's hold,
In the vastness of space, their stories speak.
A symphony of wreckage, in the endless walk
Where dark matters whisper, in the Milky Way.
-Hermit King-
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