Urban Outfitters Beding

Suns.

Million Suns.

In billions of planets,

countless beings like us

worship, sing, paint, admire the Soles quintillion

sextillion of galaxies missing from us
always

lost among the hymns of the millions goal
minimum

orbiting always

orbits orbits orbits orbits

lost in the endless shadow of the invisible boundaries

lost in orbits in the midst of his hymns

silencing

in the distance

ever increasing

not know them, we will not see,

never hear their hymns solar

No suspects,

suspect or not we will dream

but somehow we know

and we write things like poems

and we also sing unheard

as we travel with our suns orbiting

Only silence will join us common

And while

will expand the soles

soles only, only the soles, only the soles

as countless arenas a brilliant ocean

live quiet dark

and perplexed himself

The soles of a universe designed by and for Vertigo
endless

Nature is Sacred