Poetry Isn't An Activity, It's A Way

If You Were The Sky, I Would Unfurl Myself In You, As A Rainbow Of Colors Yet Unseen. I Would Become Oceans Of Stars In Your Night.

If Form Follows Function, As We Know It Does In This Universe, Then Consciousness Will Adapt To Whatever Form It Requires In Order To Function. Hopefully, It Will Also Develop Its Fundamental Function; What That Is May Be Debatable Within Many Schools Of Thought, But It Is Indisputable That Evolved Thinking Recognizes The Universality Of Life.

Poetry Is A Subset Of A Cosmos, Which In Itself, Is A Poem.

Patience Is Being Friends With Time.

Space Is As Infinite As We Can Imagine, And Expanding This Perspective Is What Adjusts Humankind's Focus On Conquering Our True Enemies, The Formidable Foes: Ignorance And Limitation.