Glimmers
when the stars spoke,
their luminous sphere,
plasma racing,
glued by their friend gravity –
their words spun out matter,
straight into our guts.
we sprang with properties,
we sang songs,
waiting to collide –
blustering clusters,
warming the universe,
with time,
and silentious ears fell
with restrain.
holding our breath,
longing to be tongue-tied,
gasping for air –
watching the molecular cloud
birth a new star.
eyes pulling with magnetic force,
gazing into awestruck,
while the vortex called out,
extracting glimmers,
right-out-of-us.
MindRetrofit7 
Stunning prose. I love the way you have entwined metaphor with organic… and can visualize the scene ~ enjoyed immensely ~RL
RL,
Thank you so much! It means the world to me to know the words can come alive visually!
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