Poetry

Nebula by Bruce Ruston

         Your eye     nebula cloud speckled star’d                        eye waiting, orbiting, what if    under that layer bright     there is a layer of else                         a multiverse                         universe                        alternate Your eye roving, aching                    in morning mist                    with super nova                    where gravity is                    what it must be nebula speck’d exoplanets                            graded bigger                            then demoted                            as Pluto Clouds of child stars, … Continue reading