“Galaxy” (Original Poem)

If atoms of burning cells painted in resolution

Would the molecules of your fiction exist the same?

Through the cellular planes of our twinned ambition

Will the atrium of emotionality become more than a game?

Spliced through the stars of nature and nurture

Pixels completed of our inner solar flame

Yet beyond the grasp of Valentina Tereshkova

Perfect harmony always seem lightyears away

Within your galaxy of hidden knowledge

Through milky ways of a hands’ shaped kind

The rather singularity of a complex universe

Drawing parallels of our hopeful atomic minds