When I consume worlds, <br />I’m waylaid by the gravity; <br />The galaxies unfurled, <br />Creation fills its cavity, <br /> <br />The wars on for my soul, <br />In terms of stark depravity <br />From pole to distant pole, <br />Time’s become a travesty.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spatial/
