What splendour exceeds that of the ocean?
Could its grace by any at all be denied?
Far from city life fraught with commotion
the sea softly lulls with each passing tide

For where waves are boundless, with teal painted crests
naught but seabirds will break my reverie
On a draughty ship, catching winds from the west,
by this time tomorrow ‘tis there that I’ll be

i want to tear out a piece of the universe
and crush it in a closed fist
just to see supernovae erupting in my palm

i want to etch constellations into my arms
and nebulae of purple gossamer bruises
will form among fragile galaxies on my salt and pepper skin

i want to inject the cosmos into my veins
to feel streams of stardust course through me

and my eyes will be magellanic clouds
and my fingers will gently move the planets
and i will write the stars into the sky