The freedom of purpose
It floats with an endless playground
The guider of the dark
Oversees its playfulness
The increase of space
And its growth
And grace
Allow nothing but a nomadic jester
It wonders, until
It’s still
Though it evaporates
In sacrifice to make new worlds
It regenerates, when time is right
With more vibrant
And gigantic
Knowledge…
It knows not its way
It goes wherever fate leads it
And yet, if finds its way home in…
Spirit

Jonathan Brundage