no consequences

constellations spackeled into the endless ocean of darkness …
vibrant lights stretching to never ending heights …
surrounded by the smell of the night air …
wishing i was somewhere but happy to be here …
angry mobs rushing in with no power …
laughing in mysterious wonder …
staring blankly into an ocean of information …
waiting, standing still, refusing to be moved …
unable to push what can’t be moved …
invisibe, perennial, inextinguishable …
immortal.

by Lauren Sweetland
11 Aug 2007

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