The Universe Was Who She Was

The universe was who she was:
An echo, infinite and cold,
That pierced him to his very soul,
And haunts him now that he is old

Because she lives in everything,
Beyond his touch, or last beseech —
The universe was who she was:
A universe he can no longer
Reach

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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