Wednesday, February 2, 2011

DEATH OF LIFE (LitBits #5)

           A pulsar throbbed through the miasmic void, launched him past long dead orbs. He watched the cosmos furl into itself and cry to its birth. Sands fell skyward. Grains of stardust imploded. Wisps of the elements flagged into darkness. He passed a cradle wreathed in breath, ensconced in blue and green. He watched it die backward and careened onward to everything and nothing.  

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