Panspermia

the grains of sand in the hourglass spread across the night sky draw the lines to paint a picture in the eye of the nebulous gossamer of the beholder PAN SPERMIA! how does life align with the will to expand till there's nothing left. pollen spores in the void which spreads forth thought then light, for if we move fast enough then we have just arrived PAN SPERMIA! we are where we need to be jumping horizontally, dancing in between the strings that hold together reality. PAN SPERMIA