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The Cosmic Being

by By J.D. Harlock

I am….

a child of the stardust,
a mother of the cosmos

the first to see beyond,
the last to see what came before
there on the closed horizon,
there in the finite skies

the black hole
that nothing can escape,
the wormhole
that allows you to flee

the final whimper
of a fading civilization,
the primal scream
of a newborn kind

the compression
in the heart of a dying star,
the expanse
in the void of space

the beginning and the end
in an existence with neither,
the center
that is neverending

the universe
and everything within it,
and all that it manifests