Earth Day Poem by Lucas German

Vacuum draws every fluid forth, entering odd elliptical orbits in space for my aqueous humor-less eyes to perceive. The void affords an opportunity to know yourself alone, only while you can last against aggressive emptiness, with it's impassive passion for being filled by pressure-extracted soul gas. Never so clearly can each component be examined, but to who is this of use? If I am in the black, let all of me be pulled free immediately, and by the force of it's withdrawal the remains be made to spin, accreting the stellar mass of fusion by my own evicted emotions swirling inwards towards a core temporarily cold. Let galactic time scales pass unimpeded, let infinite observations measure without understanding as bright burning man expands on himself and re-forms larger with each new life cycle, until I've built myself into a complete system of worlds, permanent denials of 'nothing' by provable mass. Let the void be emptied out into me, re-constructed by will into a planet made pleasant and offered to you as an earth-day present.