Space in us. We are made of star dust. The whole universe is hidden in every person. This is the great mystery of the universe. All these rivers of our vessels, a string of nerve endings... Doesn't that sound like hundreds of galaxies in space? You've got a beautiful piece of poetry. I'm into poetry, too. This is a special part of my soul, perceiving the world in its beauty and sensuality. Take a look at my work, if you have the time. I would be interested to know your opinion about my poem.