The idea of nanosecond galaxies had captured the poet's imagination as much as the amazing beauty around them. There were words to describe it, he was sure. Words that would make meaning out of emotion and paint pictures that the imagination had never contemplated. Words that could carry this across the universe to share this magical moment, this sense of place, of real in the unreal.
But he wasn't sure what the words were right now. They hovered there, teasing at his brain, half-forming themselves then flitting away, because the sensory impressions were too strong to resolve into something two dimensional when they were all around. Later then, words to recreate, to evoke and bring it alive once more. For now he set the thought in the back of his mind to catalogue and just...felt.
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Date: 2006-10-21 03:50 pm (UTC)But he wasn't sure what the words were right now. They hovered there, teasing at his brain, half-forming themselves then flitting away, because the sensory impressions were too strong to resolve into something two dimensional when they were all around. Later then, words to recreate, to evoke and bring it alive once more. For now he set the thought in the back of his mind to catalogue and just...felt.
"Galaxies within the sun itself?"