Cosmors: [updated]

The cosmos does not speak in our small words, yet every atom hums the same original song.

We are its dream for an instant: stardust remembering itself. cosmors

Look up. You are not looking at it — you are the cosmos looking back at itself, awake for a blink between two eternities. The cosmos does not speak in our small

In the cathedral of night, no roof but scattered light — galaxies spiral like breath from the mouth of silence. cosmors