JOURNEY WITHIN

Come where the nebulae have bled
their milky ichor through the night,
where planetary pilgrims fled
like moths about a star of light.

Come where the dark is strung with suns
and clouds of stars rejoice the deep,
where Law is visible, yet runs
with the serenity of sleep.

This universe within a skull
contains more suns than all of space,
forever in a bony hull
and endlessness behind a face.

— Ardath Mayhar

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