The Universe On A Bookshelf

The Cynical Obscurantist

Stardust glimmering on my pen and ink
Quarks and leptons on my paper bounce and blink
Literature creating an astral symphony
Silver letters and galaxies arching very beautifully.

~*~

Trying to catch ideas

Is like chasing a shooting star

They’re vestal, illuminating, and pretty from afar

Yet also fast, fleeting, hard to see, and highly ephemeral.

~*~

Trying to weave together a story

Is like weaving a massive sophisticated galaxy

You’ll need many stars and a spool of golden strings

To tie them up together with neat bearings.

~*~

Trying to chase our imaginations and creativity

Is like chasing the vast universe endlessly

The stars may look like they’re already running out

And it may seem impossible, you have your itching doubts

But there are still millions to unearth, for the universe is infinite

Just like our imaginations, never-ending, without any limits.

~*~

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