through an expanded kaleidoscope
i see a universe of infinite majesty,
and when you see motes of dust
i see the cartwheeling unlikelihood
of Space.

we are each, you and i,
the pivotal piece of a grand hurricane.
whirling and dancing
through an extended spectrum
of dizzy dust and void.

the ephemeral explosions swirl in this
stellar maelstrom that commands
dust and worlds and cosmos.
colliding and imploding wholes galaxies
not only above but around and in and through.

imperfections are but details,
particles of dust in relation
to a universe of novae,
infinite vortices, and nebulae,
and we are the endpoint of it all.