Shard 1

For the heaps and heaps
I've imagined already

While dreaming in the sunlight
Or the solitude of sacred spaces

Gnawing with fervor
On the bones of the past

Hunched before this machine
Giving form to thoughts

My lips whisper them back
Slow, soft

Across delicate, empty air
Engaging slivers of new reality

Dust, gas and sleepy moons
The genesis of my glass galaxy

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