GalaxyGalaxyA galaxy of longing stretched outfor miles against the indigo of her soul. To no avail, she tried lassoing the stars;pulling them to her chest. She wondered for how much longershe would be empty. Finally, she withdrew the rope,releasing celestial beings, her soul, her longingsto return to the corners of the universe. Her upturned, white, moon face shimmeredwith star-dust and knowing,for a moment, that all is well,all is one, and never empty.