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Cradled by the Milky Way by Fabrice Poussin

This night the universe is my cradle In his hands I recline and slumber Smiling soul in the comfort of the giant. Gently rocked on the waves of ages Of light, dark filaments, and clouds I might not sleep another instant. The ocean of black filled with stars Paradox to what is known, only seen, It is no hiding place for the grand truth. I escape unnoticed, slipping from this home Somber, under the centenary oaks, Night-owl, at ease into the great abyss. Time is an ally confused by eternal hours Fused to the depth of space, boundless The universe is my indeed cradle and I will never close my eyes again.

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Ink In Thirds - Issue 3  

A magazine of poised prose, precarious poetry, and photography that makes us want to pilot our own realms again.

Ink In Thirds - Issue 3  

A magazine of poised prose, precarious poetry, and photography that makes us want to pilot our own realms again.

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