I want to be the belly laugh that makes you crap your pants something both good and bad because it is more fun to be both things instead of just one.
I want to be the air you drown in lost in so much beauty that it leaves you gasping. Ears listening. Heart grasping. Eyes searching the starry nights for flashing lights that we know have already died.
I want to be the door to never and always. take dreams and use them like a clever lever to leverage truth and hope to mortgage poetry and prose paying the principal and interest that finally takes us to a world where βStar Trekβ fantasies are fully realized realities.
I want to be the healing hand that helps you up and slaps you in the face to finally force you awake.
I want to be the mistake that you learn from, so that when time is finally done with my physical form you will be better for my poetical existence