Laying down in the midnight late summer in a Christ-like pose I stare up directly I’m already going dizzy with vastness. It sort of whirls around my head, some particles of various sizes seem to fill one another in some places, in this vastness vortexes pinch and grab material as if selecting the mysterious forms within life and extracting from space. I’m seeing into the universe’s beyond how can we not be scared, there must be fear up there among the gases of the stars. Anyway, I do recall my mother calling me in shouting, I had to leave the field much as I didn’t want to at least I had discovered space and some of the virtues of being alone with this infinite vastness.
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