a still more glorious dawn awaits.
not a sunrise, but a galaxy rise:
a morning filled with four hundred million suns,
the rising of the milky way.
NARWHALS amid DUGONGS
perpetually rolling through the astronomical nothingness.
a still more glorious dawn awaits.
not a sunrise, but a galaxy rise:
a morning filled with four hundred million suns,
the rising of the milky way.
