She holds the universe in her palms,

And as it spills out before me,

Little beads, encasing stars and galaxy,

Stretch from hand to hand.

The little void of space,

Silence and murky darkness stains her hands.

The sharp little imprints of stars burn her.

She passes the little sphere to me.

And, for a while,

I

hold

our

universe

in

my

bare

h a n d s .

A.N. sorry for no updates recently. I miss my little poetry book.