I feel my mediums
are more numbered than the stars
poetry is my venus
and performing is my mars
in the same solar system,
arts suspended in space
they glow, luminesce,
their light illuminates my face,
my soul, my heart, my words
in motion
like orbiting planets
in an empty, endless ocean

but I am like a passing comet
souring in the universe's pocket
I do not spend eternity
in any single gravity,
instead I shine by
many lights:
every art along my flight