Featuring this month a poem which struck our attention. A little trip through the universe never killed anyone...

No words can really explain the power
that eventually turns every rock into powder
that crushes a sun to the size of a dime
and wreaks havoc with things like space, and time

Ice rings and gases a solar catastrophe
Speeding recklessly, our own galaxy
Out into blackness and inhuman temperatures
exploding megatons on cosmic adventures

Most showing signs of galactic collisions
innate, unexplained stellar decisions
Life on a crust under tectonic pressure
may one day soon be none but past pleasure

Like raggedy dolls whipping pell mell through systems
Condemned to this hell called our cosmic condition

And heaven as far as the eye can see
through eyes that have seen so little indeed
It's blue and wide and vast and grand
but what's beyond we cannot understand

The bird on the ground fell out of its nest
as tectonic plates were laid to rest.
and so emptiness looked on and said
perhaps for these beings, it was for the best