is about to change

Photo by Joel Filipe on Unsplash

Brahma’s one hundred and fifteenth dream
rolls over the ripples of existence
Of people, planets, and pieces of random universes
Through the black silhouettes
of dead days,
Seconds and aeons.
The universe is washing
in Brahma’s subtle smile.
A supernova exploded.
A door creaked
the kettle boiled
an old man died
A little girl cried
When her drunken father hit her mother again.
A…

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And always will be

Photo by NASA on Unsplash

How many of them have you met,
as you walked through the worlds,
How many of them have managed
…to not remember you…
or even just survive?
So painful.
So randomly painful
to look for all those little sparks
scattered in the deep space,
to understand,
to take away.
You thought,
that you were about to conquer space,
overcome time,
become you at…

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Nik Hein

A grumpy old bookworm with (hopefully) some stains of gold somewhere around the heart.