“I have . . . A terrible need . . . Shall I say the word? . . . Of religion. Then I go out at night and paint the stars.” – Vincent van Gogh
Circular blazes, flames between tree silhouettes set my heart in motion
Lakes of small lights, bursting and colliding in eternal commotion
A balance of chaos: I cannot take without having to give
will continue to live
So the better parts of me shall continue to live.
Atoms meet atoms, stars to collide
Such cosmic bursts of connection, I find reflected inside
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