SoulReserve

Big-bang and the love universe

     We talk,
wObbly
    on words
finding feet
  on our tongue;
gingerly treading
       chaotic,
free-falling-off
   fresh big-bang dust;
and into a plume,
  of love,
blown balloon high   
         this drifting new universe,
still too bright
   for us.

© SoulReserve 2016

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