There's a place
I go
when I glow like this.
It's not of this Earth.
It's way beyond
this solar system,
like behind the sun.
There,
there
I explode
into a million galaxies,
I lie
in all my glory,
glistening,
covered
in thick-plasma,
the cosmic dust
stars are made of.
You could say,
I am a primordial astronaut,
a throwback,
back to the days
before the odyssey,
back to the days
before
artificial intelligence
****** things up,
destroyed
pure love.