when does the night become us?
at what moment is the soul raised to the sky?
death, say some
and some ask why

the stars are dead,
and because we watch them miles and miles from where they rest
we are still fascinated by
these flames that hang in shapes and forms that make up our night sky

but what if our night sky is really not made up of bones?
if the stars don’t dwell on our dead bodies or take pride in a corpse,
I would in fact believe that
the sky does make up your soul

I do believe your heart's the moon
and constellations map out your veins
so when they ask if our souls look down from above,
I'll say I'll ask when I see you again

"What are you?"

Jupiter turns
"That depends. Some say a god.
Some say a planet."

"Both?"

"I doubt it."

"Don't you know?"

"Only once you've decided."

"But why? I'm not god."

"Neither am I."

"So I decided you aren't?"

"Unless you change your mind."

"But it's not made up."

"Then I suppose I'm both."

"But you said you weren't."

"Because you never made up your mind."

"Then I decide you're a planet."

"Perhaps, but you still haven't made up your mind."

The boy took his eye off the telescope
Astronomy was confusing

I've got to write poetry; I am full of it.
It fills my lungs & keeps my heart beating I confess & admit;
the words and creations flowing through each vein -
a need, a want, that I just cannot constrain.