Reflections

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Feel the weight, feel the spaces that open. Feel the emptiness that blew the star-struck galaxies open.
Everything repeating, sea-spiralling over and over.
What is this light? This apple-green sensation?
Infinity is here: latticed into your belly, the cosmos running through you.
Inside you is the vastness of everything.

These Fibonacci patterns undertie the universe;
here, is one thing; here, is the same.
The breathing of the ocean mirrors the curve of your waist.

So still we go, valiant in the dark,
sending out shining rockets to conquer distance like wooden boats across the water in our endless optimism -
And if anyone asks, I’ll tell them:
We still eat apples and we still fall in love.