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It walks the endless void, Traverses the blackness Where it was born from silence And starlight several eons ago. Sometimes it stretches out its ember fingers And touches stars, sets planets in motion. It’s fathomless, bigger than galaxies, Swirling with the blue-green-purple dust of the aether. The blood of novas flows through its veins And its eyes shine with wonder As nebulas form, bringing the beginning Of worlds to life. The being is not kind, not violent, It is simply a cycle; creation and destruction, Outer space oceans rising and falling. It grasps all of time in its hands And we can’t understand it’s great, slow thoughts. It walks the crumbling asteroid belts and It’s never forgot since the start of everything How to sing of black holes and solar systems And star whales being born. It sounds like death And life, which are the same thing out in the emptiness. It is profound, this being, And it is the soul of the universe.