At some point, it all becomes too condensed
to hold in one point, place or person.
I believe this to be the equivalent to the
internal pressure of a proton, that
binding force, around 100 decillion Pascal or
the compression at the center
of a neutron star.
These pearls glistening
in my lower quadrant of vision,
the milky way so to say,
are warm, as heat is conducted over
centuries. The pearls being given
to my grandmother by my grandfather
because of her name
He would take
a grain of sand
and a jewel was made.
He would wink at me every time
she tried to open the clam.
Painting by Charles Joshua Chaplin [Public domain or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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