The galaxy is swirling above me,
My first cup of interstellar coffee of the summer,
Laced with nebulae of light,
A variegated pattern of asymetrics.
My arched back receives the energy
And my knee caps ***** my legs
To lay in a position of zen.
My hair is the ****** shadow of a sun.
The carbon and titanium falls into earth's mass.
I dream of catching them someday in my opened palm.
The black hole opens to reveal its heart,
Tearing through the stem of its brain.
The sun collapses through the center of the wilderness,
Breaking every tree it first created.
I watch from the distant in my rearview,
The glasses you wielded me to patrol the stars.