empty yet expansive

I am an endless void

filled with shining stars

morsels of light

glistening orbs

caressed in the folds of nothing

velvety and vacant

the depths of my soul

are unattainable

constellations make up my heart;

andromeda, orion, cassiopeia,

illuminating centuries-old

fairytales.

six suns

hold up my spine,

as if they were Atlas,

carrying the world on their shoulders.

shooting stars

soaring through my lungs,

streaks of wishes joining

my veins.

stardust

piling up in

the pit of my

stomach,

yearning for

Heaven.

At the core of my star cluster is an enormous Singularity (Yowwaticus Calamitus), which causes all classes of confection to be drawn towards its event horizon, and promptly be consumed by my huge gravitational pull.

Moving out from the centre we find the gas cloud of Farticulat, known for its ability to strip paint at a range of 1500 astronomical units, then out to the spectacular Belt Nebulae Of Old Bastard which has a cluster of volcanic activity which erupts at the slightest provocation spreading bile and unease over a wide area.

Towards the furthest reaches of this ancient star cluster is the famed Sleeping Giant Stevopulous, which can lie dormant for centuries, until disturbed by passing traffic causing it to explode in a violent outburst of expletives.