I am earth
But i am galaxy.

I am the star walking through the night with a fire flaming fervent.
Humble servant,
i see why you talk less now, there is more to see that way.
Humble servant.
I'm tired of seeking worldly validation,
it is only by the earth and the elements that i am to live by.

Humble servant,
what is this warm sleet that seeps from my core ?
could it be that Divine substance they call poetry?,
if so how is it so fulfilling yet it leaves me yearning for more?
how is it intangible but yet i feel it with every fiber of my being?

if i am to harness it's elegant power,
will i be overwhelmed into broken poetry pieces?

Oh the irony of being placed in a reality to dream..
be patient my dream, be patient,
even in death you do not die.