Somewhere beyond the milky soup of half-remembered dreams,
a faint beep echoes through the void. Is it a signal?
Perhaps the universal microwave pinging its leftovers?
I have a feeling that star phone calls are pretty awkward.
Lost Signal
My telescope has begun to talk back,
referencing celestial bodies by their dating profiles.
"Swipe right on Andromeda, left for Omega." It's a phase, surely.
But the galaxies have never looked more... appealing?
Supernova Sarcasm
Here I sit, sipping infrared tea,
pondering quantum biscuits crumbs in quantum spaces.
The truth is, black holes are the universe's favorite\nchocolate chips\n, melting in the great space cookie sheet.
I need a space guide... or a doughnut.
Universal Cookie Crumble