Feb 27, 2021
What are the stars when we aren’t looking?
Tableaux of warriors, gods and heroes?
Or atoms, plasma burning?
The universe looks to us,
Orphaned children, drifting.
The only eyes within it,
Painting meaning on the void.
I'm a copywriter and an aspiring novelist. I post about books, writing and other stuff I love. You can find more of my work at laurenbrockmeier.com
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I'm a copywriter and an aspiring novelist. I post about books, writing and other stuff I love. You can find more of my work at laurenbrockmeier.com
