I know time has kept on and taken a step.
The moon is frozen in the night sky because the sun hasn't come yet.
The sweet parts in life aren't always good if they just give you a bad sugar rush; as i walk on a cloud where the memory's residue rusts.
I can't see much pass the thickness of the dust.
The one that fills the air, and breathing is a must.
So i choke on the stars, while my chest erupts.
My chest is the treasure that will soon explode and bust.
Treasure of the Universe and makes the galaxies blush.
It helps the black-holes and time-warps' life to beat and pump.
It beats and pumps the heart of it all.
The heart is "Earth".
And "Earth" holds all the feeling.
Crust surface on soft core still needs peeling.
Black Jack dealer needs to start dealing.
Space lights always overcome the darkness, meaning ?
A light-year and a light-minute is distanced time that holds me together.
Meteors & comets seem to always affect the weather.
Questions revolve around me as i revolve around the answers.
My eyes interpret four primaries and companions with dancers. Even deeper is the center of mass which is a binary cancer.
July's brightness has me spontaneously on my toes.
It's fun to tell old stories as the future grows.
Im off to that land, so here's to the endurance in roads.
I can hear how it feels to be mixed in with the beautiful molds; of silvers & golds..

   Loads & loads.