The walls of time are tested by the limits of outer space,
Cut off from all reality this miracle takes place,
A small inclosed domain that is the shadow of the sun,
The outline of the galaxies where galaxies begun,
The thunder before lightning,
Beginning after end,
With a never ending height,
And no bottom to begin,
An empty realm of darkness,
A black hole hidden in shadow,
A heavy force, a dreamy bliss,
A scary but hopeful hallow.
A dry cloud covered in a moisturizing cloak,
An untouched hand of shrouded heat,
With an icy cold stroke,
Time, suspended.
This is just one of my abstract poems. So it's ok if you don't like it
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