I am not owned by any earthly person
A wonderer
A life without a way
I belong to no earthly person
A misfit
A woman with no way
I am an earthly person
A door wide open
A road longing to be used

Let us strive to create a world government to end; wars, poverty,
inequality, racism, pandemics etc.

If we cannot feel oness in our hearts
then we does not deserve to call ourselves as humans.

diamonds behind your eyelids
your stained glass iris
those shining, crystal tears
slowly killing me like a virus

your cold trembling hands
like ice, perfectly carved
your endless need for love
finds itself continuously starved

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Moonlit angels keep turning the wheels of the universe

In conversations with God, they placed the Sun precisely in the centre

Alarum and escapement keep the gear train moving forth:

Astronomical clock, armillary sphere, lunar phases in sidereal time

All patterns of evidence -- releasing our impulses, advancing our hands
~

Roll right to zero, give your tanks a stir

Fixed star to fixed star, running counter clockwise to stability

Beckoned and bewildered: first move, second chance

This incandescent satellite, so large and bright in the window

Like pieces of refracted light, infinite bulbs turning on

Empyrean, enveloped in moonshine, rendering them fit to recognize God

And should destiny be lunar luminosity and agile reason (or a seller of love)

I'll take to orbit and go for burn, peering through a mental kaleidoscope

To see the altered anima of my thoughts free from the pull of gravity