Come with me now to the edge of the world
and let’s listen for the sound of stars being born
in the abyss of space. The hiss of hot gases spinning,
the radio wail of newborn suns, the sound
of burning dust. Listen for the sound of creation.
Somewhere out there it’s always the first day.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
First Day
Labels:
free verse,
poetry
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