It’s not sunlight
It’s phosphorite
Can you get it right
When you shine your light
On me?
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Cave-mind 😌

It’s not sunlight
It’s phosphorite
Can you get it right
When you shine your light
On me?
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Cave-mind 😌

You changed me
When your photons
Interrupted my guile
And replaced my wrongdoings
With an infinite smile
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
75K poetry! 😻
Thank you for your light! 😻
I am a particle detector! 😻

Did you know that your photons, your light, will travel on through the universe forever?
Just like my love for you.
I love you forever!
I’d give you the sky
Eternal arched holy rainbow
Darkness say goodbye
Hello eternal rainbow
To keep hope held high
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
I feel like I’m falling behind. Consistently, like I’m falling behind. Is this what swimming upstream to your death feels like?

We’ve now moved into a realm where the possibility of Planet X is high probability.
We’re 2000 light-years closer to Sagittarius A* than we’ve realized. We’ve also found out that our distances were way off, they are using new methods to calculate distances. Things are closer to us than they appear. Like in our rear view? And do they ever account for that? 🤔
Maybe the ending of “Is Genesis History” is not so ridiculous after all but I’m still obsessed with that movie, as I am dinosaurs, and that film talks about all sorts of cool shit. Like how old the Earth actually is based on the calculations of the rock formations on Earth and these are scientists. Eh, as a Generation X, I have found that everything I was taught growing up was a f****** lie. I slept through most of my life, plugged into The Matrix. I tried to free many people but have since learned that just like in the film many people want to stay plugged in. Bah. I’m too tired or dead to give a shit. But the animals, the trees!! *sobs* I feel Earth’s gravity tugging on me. Or maybe it’s that giant f****** black hole in the center of our galaxy that’s lurking and I guarantee you come the next update we’ll find we’re even closer to it.
next Apophis flyby APRIL 2-0-2-9 / the final time / the end my friend is not near / the hour in fact is quite here (-)
I hope I get to kiss you before the end of the world
Are you light reflecting off rock?
Refraction?
Or fatal attraction?
Orbits in tidal lock?
Disaster already happened?
Am I what you thought?
Do you count subtraction?
Is love really lost?
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I write about the light alot. But that’s what we really are, star stuff. Some of us collapsing inwards, stealing the gravity of others, until turning into a black hole, and eating any hope or light that is left. And, out of contempt, any other light that gets near. How dare we disturb its darkness, with our piercing, blinding light. Truth hurts.
Oh, I need you. Don’t kill the light. Can’t breathe. Sun = light = oxygen & iron= Life.

In the dark. Spiraling out of control. Orbit’s unstable. Earthquakes are mood swings. Core is splitting in two.
Watching planet blue, hello https://youtu.be/N-gc5fzd55k
Where are you? I am sitting on the Moon. Where, where are you? I am missing, I am missing you…

You don’t love me? You never loved me?
Sigh
*dies in street*
I was just an atom briefly popping into existence. Like your love?
*vanishes from history*

Black holes are the pupils of space
Light enters but can’t escape
Like the poetry we make
It enters but isn’t opaque
Still our eyes partake
Absorbing the love and the ache
The connection we create –
Will never go extinct in this place

© Delia Ross. 2020
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