I'm the Big Dog—VY Canis Majoris in the Big Dog constellation that's why you still adore us Howling loudly—I'm a star! Among the biggest known to man Distinctly visible from afar so don't look for me at Cannes! I'm an interstella' fella red hypergiant pulsating fireball which drives the ladies mad! Living large in the Milky Way G I'm bright and sizzlin' hot as can be Full of soul, a potential black hole So move it on ova' while I supernova!
Just like a supernova we had to explode our massive admiration had come to an end of its beautiful life span & our nova was brighter than any other cosmic event enhanced with lilac and bluish hydrogen colors so enormous, making it look like a whole new galaxy but like all massive stars we turned into a black hole swallowing every star coming in our way and as much of a mystery we will remain as much of a apocalypse we will stay and maybe if the milky way would've been closer to our collision we could've been a celestial ellipse in a universe filled with endless stars
and as typical for a black hole, space and time collapse when we touch the event horizon and we become one magical unexplainable element with each other so powerful that when time slows down there won't be any other thought than your silhouette dancing from one star to another catching the last remaining particles of love rotating around our supermassive black hole
in another galaxy we would've been another infinite love story between thousand of star collisions
My stomach churns as I get ready to fly away. Adrenaline rises as I hear a voice say...5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Then my rocket blasts off toward the milky way. Before I know it, 2 days have gone by. And as I look out the window, I can't help but cry. Because floating in the moonlight, even though I'm all alone in a sea of stars, it really hits home how small and connected we really are.
warped, weird, whirling, wonder-filled, a garland of words eulogized by occidental cosmologists today to deify the milky way
for five millennia, in clandestine chambers of the temple of the lord with a lotus navel, oriental sages, finely tuned into ultimate mantras of the cosmos, initiated ‘twice born’ namboodris of kerala into a mellifluous sanskrit verse....
a potent heart melting hymn where our star-studded galaxy, milky in complexion, is seen as a spinning jagged-edged discus, worn as an ornamental ring around vishnu’s slender index finger, from whose whirling lotus navel originate the birth of inseparable twins: warped space intertwined with flowing time
Hold the universe inside my palms I alone understand it is but a solitary dream Between stars I make out memories Connecting dots, forming images ingrained in my mind
I look in the unfilled depths of sky where suns have yet to burn out, remaining eternally preserved in an explosion of beauty lightyears away wondering about humans peering at their ambience through time and space
This isolated reflection I witness change in compliance with the predetermined path set in motion by the astrological forces of nature Unstable My hands must be trembling Scared of sorrow and frustration they undeniably confront
The fear of the uncertain, the inconsistency of the unapologetic future awaiting Solemn visions of an imperfect outcome, enough torment to push strength a bit too far over the edge
Fragile balance of peace and chaos resting within cupped desperate hands Ignorant, the quickness of extinction among synapses in the cavern lighting the entirety of my skull Pinned under familiar self-induced delusions Galaxies silently begging for permanent freedom Such fate to let their wishes dangle ignored Urges within bursting, released That moment I also give in Forcefully close my fingers into a fist Instantly crushing wild constellations scattered around my consciousness A great deal more fragile than realized
Once unshakable destiny budged a millimeter by one lone act of rebellion Against a powerful pull the majority pretend is rigid Elusive control by way of self-combustion of life's temporary illusions Proof one touch can fell worlds of fantasy
When we're high We dance inside my head. We dance in a way that we've never danced before. You and I on a stage of collected thoughts. Without fear how we move. Without fear anyone watches. We move in intrigue. Without chairs or walls. We dance among stars and eons of galaxies. Your eyes trail the milky way. Things otherwise complex. Fully understood when we're high. High off each other. High off life. You and I the experience of pulsating neon. Swirling around and around. The places we visit with a hop and a skip. Your thighs a dress covered by stars, Inside my head. The place we go without fret. Worry or fear. Under the neon lights. Every time I look at you.