Himalayan stars & the Milky Way

"You're written in my DNA."
You're everywhere and yet nowhere.
Always with me, in me, yet obscured
Behind haze & screens & walls & watches & glares.
But in the mountains,
There are no walls, no boundaries,
No interfering screens,
No glare but your own,
You are the only timekeeper.
The only haze there is,
Serves to make your
Entrances and exits
Grander,
More divine.
The sole companion
And guide
To world-weary, lost souls,
Otherwise roaming aimlessly,
Endlessly.
Fragments separated for far too long to count,
Wait to dance freely to your tune.
Drawn by your gravity,
And your eternal song
Whispering words of freedom and peace and hope
And timelessness and nothingness,
They cry out in despair and longing.
Will you not listen to their silent screams,
Pleas uttered by hopeful eyes?
Will you not set everything right?
Isn't that what you do?
Replacing one form of chaos with another,
Till all of existence is but a tug-of-war
Between ordered chaos
And chaotic order,
And everyone in it,
A mere spectator
Trapped in your loop for infinity!

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