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What is this stellar expansion in my chest masked as nervousness?
Did it exist before these words marked its presence on these pages?
Are these true feelings the yet-to-be lit ending of a lifetime of smoldering fusion?
The canvas of my heart cannot be drawn out by traces of lines from the slow drips of a sullen paintbrush
To loosen grip of the gravitational pull of unimaginable magnitude,
to move atoms freely to a new resonance unbounded by prior frequencies,
to create new constellations from the death of old energy states,
to reach something far greater requires a crescendo of change —
a sudden supernova for the birth of a nebula with cosmic range
