My love runs deeper than any ocean.
It fills galaxies and travels between universes.
It swirls on the void; that roiling, black energy.
Elegant masses; amalgamations of gasses.
Dancing subatomic particles; between two points,
And in two places all at once.
Vibrations on strings contained deep within every nucleus,
Vacuole, membrane, organ. Organism.
The nature of existence is Change, Evolution, Transformation.
Like the vacuum of space:
Always blossoming, but connected, all the same.
– A. Moonbeam