Eyes glowing in the enchanted woods of the universe scatter marble splatterlings across as you stare: The Sparkleverse stares back. 13 billion years of eyes glower galaxies with something to say. What would you tell them? Some call them all The Edge, or The Dawn. Well, The Edge of the Universe looks sharp, I guess. The Dawn of Time seems like a mess, but fun. Kind of like everyone of us Big Banglings banging a big deal of life and death, each speckling pouring over the lives and deaths of Stars. Beamlings charging currents-forward on infraspeck attention. Shimmying and shimmering amid miasma, Radiantlings together giving drag ball category is: Metallics Beyond the delusional— reveal even more beautiful. Reminds me of us, running around, all glittering our own thing, all of us shining spinning busy electric brilliance, soul-drenching sketching lazer crayon carnivals across the tablecloth. When we orbit together, even through black starvoid cracks we dazzleburst, dashing about, gorgeous, screaming, dark/bright, sublime, organizing chaos, crystallizing into focus.
— Adam Powers
Reminds me of this coverage
James Webb image reignites calls to rename telescope amid links to LGBT abuses
Reminds me of this tweet
What an astonishing and weighty thing, to be able to look out at the edge of the universe and beginning of time, to discover millions of galaxies glittering like diamonds, and still find nothing as beautiful as this singular planet, the best and only home we'll ever have
NASA @NASA
Reminds me of this wild ride of a song from Regina Spektor
Reminds me of this 😍🥰climate/space poem from our new US Poet Laureate, Ada Limón: Dead Stars
Look, we are not unspectacular things.
We’ve come this far, survived this much. Whatwould happen if we decided to survive more? To love harder?
Reminds me of you. For you, I wish upon all the stars in all the skies in all the galaxies in every nook, crack, corner, and edge, rising on every dawn and falling on every dusk of the universe. For love.