From inside I fly,
led by a beam of light shining from my eye,
green and alive it takes me home tonight,
I float on soft hands and searching smiles across a sea of shadows called ministers and prophets of the wild,
a silent tidal wave of every dream and curse I speed across so rapidly into a star about to burst,
I die again in love with every part of some cosmic disarray,
in the shape of a beating heart.