Space retired itself, until
ready
to free boundaries of mere existence
it waited
with for broad arms
of courage and foresight.
To challenge itself more
just being in acceptance of good face,
that it could not get any better,
than presently felt.
Heated energies each pulsating star
winking back
to almost say in silent messaging
love the darkest of hours, that finds you.
Release the light
to make truth
become sentient in virgin passageway.
Guiding lost hope
back into retiring emptiness,
that seems to always figure out the locks.
To make its dark presence
be in firm clench
of mortal control
a presence yet known in transparency.
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