Parallels

Location

You can see it.

A grey mass

with the weight of

Universes.

Skyward,

we travel to lands beyond comprehension.

Skyward,

we travel back home.

Skyward,

we travel to the land

Of Purity.

Of Beauty.

Of Numbers.

Of Discovery.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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