and you will know her by the trail of men…

she could kill you in seven seconds

but she won’t

the world fits gently into her hands

like the cradle of civilization

destiny is just another road stop off route 66

and there is no gas that powers her engines

there is free will


you build towers and monuments to the heavens

when the heavens are on earth

galaxies are born in her eyes

and quarks spill stars that dance like glitter around her cheeks

there is a time to die

and a time to be born

but there is always time to live

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