The blue pulses like an orb, the casual globe
spinning as it gains shape and form.
And slowly friction ceases its work,
the azure tugging particles and molecules close,
pulling them into a rotating cyclic force.
It's a whitish dwarf now, burning empty
space, licking the black slate clean.
And they all approach it, eager to touch,
their molecular fingertips dusty and cold,
the closeness surprising and curious.
As they spin together, they grow closer,
intertwined and indistinguishable.
And the blue light shines on
as the universe continues to grow.