Inside the supernova it
seems like anything might be possible.
Until the demands of
space and time
become clear. The ever-larger
dustbowl brooks nothing.
It expands forever into
an unminded void.
Nothing, when it’s done,
is enough.
Inside the supernova it
seems like anything might be possible.
Until the demands of
space and time
become clear. The ever-larger
dustbowl brooks nothing.
It expands forever into
an unminded void.
Nothing, when it’s done,
is enough.