We drift
in the delusion
of permanence
as the universe awaits
the ancestral constellation
of ships holding
stolen lives.
They spin a tale
in a spool of spirals.
Gathering souls
with the egoless beauty
of notes descending
as the earth
begins to sing.
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Originally published on Medium, 2022
A lovely poem, Tree. :)
Very cool 😊