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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: House of Ghosts

There’s a kind of balance to the universe,

Not yet perfected by man or beast

Still, implemented automatically

Into the systems of everything.

The heavy weight of small details,

But in the same way weightlessness.

Throughout the universe courses a rhythm,

Almost undetected, always there.

Stop, just a second.


Can you feel it?

Your best friend’s laughter,

The glitter of the stars.

Meaningless skirmishes soon resolved.

Death’s harsh light,

Life’s soothing darkness.

Happenings beyond our control, never quite laid bare,

Perfect chaos and imperfect peace.

Glaring, useless hatred,

Quiet but necessary love.

Woven throughout all the galaxies.



Flickering there, before it’s gone.

Drowned in a torrent of violent business.

But it’s always there, if you pause long enough.

Pull your head underneath the rushing current,

You’ll find something strangely still.

The importance of everything and nothing at all.

Just, listen.


Submitted: August 12, 2018

© Copyright 2022 Thalia Bronwen. All rights reserved.

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This is a very nice poem in regards to the vast universe.

Love and Hugs,

Sun, August 12th, 2018 11:53pm


Thank you. :)

Sun, August 12th, 2018 4:56pm

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