27/6/2021
staring at you as you stare back at me,
ignorant of my mortal conventions, and yet
you seem to understand me perfectly.
a language barrier --there is none!
for it's the dialect of souls that allows us
to commune so effortlessly.
no words need be muttered under our colorful nebula
-the limb of our galaxy, a luminous vapor.
interstellar dust settling so gracefully on us
as if our skin is paper-thin
terrified of grazing it, but little did it know that we revel in it!
like galactic ecstasy expanding our minds
illuminating everything that separates
but above all, everything that binds.
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