Let’s say that I am what I think myself to be. Brilliant and eternal, not in flesh but in my poetry.
Let’s pretend for a small moment, that I’m as great as I see myself to be, that my words will carry a weight throughout all history.
Let’s say that the day I was created, something divine touched my soul, lit it with a fiery blaze.
That the halls of Orion rang gloriously with bells clammering heralding my arrival.
Can’t we just pretend for one moment, that I was forged for greatness, the sun hides from my light and the moon can’t look away.
That glory trembles within my veins, that each word that leaves my lips shakes up the human inside of you.
You’ll lose your breathe with a frigid reserve and ecstasy will trickle down your spine. Something will grab you and force a crescendo to rise from your gut, spilling out your throat. That mountains will move when I tell them to, the great space will shine as never before. Playing off my notes, carrying the bass line right along.
Singing out my songs, for the lost ones that have never known, the beauty of home, the calling of love, pressurizing the insurmountable loneliness that lingers deeply within us all, knowing we all die alone.
Perchance these words will lessen the blow, and make us all, yes even you feel less alone.

Here I stand, let me flow in and I’ll help you carry onward to the never ending sea and the galaxies above. Shooting through the heavens bound for eternal wisdom that the moon and the wine are offering.

Can’t we just pretend?