The night wind was wrapping its fingers through my soul,
Making me hear the silent loudness of the Cosmos fuel
Late Ancient music that keeps naming the regrets of a Pulsar is so bluntly cruel.

An inference theory of Aceology who they saw,
Promises in the stars of his Cataclysmic words made my vexation never flew
How dare the eyes of a nebula let his feelings look otherwise in the Infrared of galaxies law?

The law of the month is when the visible stars Orbit the unnamed emotions,
Emotion from the Universe sky that feels her arbitrarily impulsion.
A mechanism towards man about the Sirius philia of time dilation over autonomous dominion.
© mixaiel