Winds

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Apr 19, 2025 


Winds of
creation
blow.
Stirring the
 cauldron.
Mixing the
cosmos.
Alchemy 
of the
heavens.
Spinning 
gas.
Gravity
crush.
Stars
ignite.
Furnaces of
conception.
Elements
forged.
Explode,
reform.
Explode.
Elements
seeding
the void.
Planets
form 
element
rich.
Touch 
of the
Alchemist.
Ignite.
Genesis!
Elements
come alive.
Evolve.
Simple
to complex.
Architect
designed.
Over and
over.
Playing
out.
Ultimate 
goal?
Not for
mere
mortals
to know.

 

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