Words
***** of fiery gas
swirling galaxies behind your eyes,
those constellations tell you
stories, stories of how you
became who you are.
Stories of how God gave you
what you have.
Stories of

mornings and evenings and sunrise and lilacs and comets and red dwarfs
and green grass and  black holes and the lack of understanding we have of it all.

The words tell us
we are
elephants to the
Earth when we are
ants to the milky way.
There and gone in an
instant,
an eternity.

When you realize that
what you believe
is just an illusion –
the thought takes your mind by storm
Once it’s there, it’s caught
a comet
in the cosmos of your mind
swerving between your thoughts,
planets,
caught in the rings of an
orbiting idea
who's to say it'll
ever end?