"Ban the Father G"

Spherical presence.
Crisp and luminous.
Adjacent yet adherent,
Beneath velvet wisps atop dark satin sky.

Infinite seamless curtain, unfathomable time.
Speeding as light.
Disguised in black.
Stretching for additional existence.

Dense clusters powering radiance make up
cosmic archipelagoes of spiraling islands.
Celestial items scattering about a
Universal sea.

After the Bang.


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By the way, the title of the poem "Ban the Father G" is an anagram for "After the Bang." It was cool cause the title kinda means "Band the Father G" which ironically signifies my passion for people to appreciate science just as they do the concept of a God. After the bang...the big bang, you get the point.