cosmos
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Perhaps one more before I go.
This one is dedicated to the men,
a man’s height beneath the floor.
Sitting in chairs, until the room starts spinning.
take 1 part desiccated heart petals, stained with blood of human yearning
mix with 2 parts fossilized true love
holy fever from heavens light
you are a child of the cosmos
and ruler of the skies
they will cower before you
and you will teach them what fear
truly is
In Sound Mind
I wander
without taking much along
The lighter I am
The higher I fly
Into the unknown
Truly this
A gift to behold
As speed is light
A breathe of air
the stars fell from the skys,
and settled upon her cheeks.
moonlight flowed from her fingers,
illuminating everything she touched.
I came from the moon-
A crater left in the wake
Of a girl who couldn't stay still
The changing faces of my father
Trying to find the daughter he carved-
Never content because he can't find me
Imagine making love amongst the stars with the Milky Way for our bed while the galaxy watch
As the planets orbits around us our climax would be like that of a supernova creating our own constellation
Earth is big
And blue
Reaching around for miles and miles in as an oblate spheroid
Tilted on an ever turning axis
Hanging in the fabric of the cosmos like bulb on a tree
Me without a filter
is a home without the realtor
I'm independent
I'm meant to be more than
what society's telling me
selling me without the sticker
that says I'm old, off the kilter
The draw of his affection pulled as if the center of his soul
Was a binary star to her impeding gravity.
The point at which his universe collided into hers
Became an instance of impenetrable serenity.
the faggot in the reflection of my space helmet visor is my only friend.
with shaggy shorn hair and big eyes and a hollow cheek bone that holds in my silent tongue.
i have etched lessons in my skin, leaving silver lines
Of wormholes
And hyperboles,
Of mispronunciation
Of sci-fi,
And of grammar,
And of fun-facts by the dozen
Of kites
And cars,
Kaleidoscopes,
I saw myself before I was born,
before my first digits twitched,
before the first beats of my heart,
before the chance meeting of my parents,
before theirs did,
and before them,
When I look to the sky,
I know...
I know I used to be there,
a small clump of atoms in the stars of someone else's sky,
As I peer back 13.7 billion years,
I know...
Ancient skywatchers gather treasures for all humanity
Mapping the cosmos
Charting the waters of the sky
A gigantic figure, an intermediary between two realms
Keeping track of time
The old light lives on
Dionysus hazed reality,
Patronizing life’s malleability.
Amethyst cannot prevent this truth,
When a bard’s words run dry and uncouth.
