I stared hard into the Sun
needing to know
a place before the wars
in a simpler time,


when black holes
ejected callous words
speared out from hell.

I stared hard into the Sun,
found a hidden palace of love
in a place waiting for my forgiveness.

My keys were twisted,
my mind mixed up
spears multiplying by themselves.

When the Sun spoke to me,
I vanished from the world
No longer what I was.

Now only veins of light
flowing,

echoes of a language
only tears of remembrance
can write.

My heart carved out for a new star to shine.

All my wounds, dissolved.

Still, nothing is easy in a upside down world.

Even for angels who remember the back door in their hearts lead to the gentle stare pouring forth from The kind and gentle Sun.