In a dream
I was sitting on the grass at night
hands splayed behind me to support my weight

I looked up, staring at the same old constellation
until one star at the edge fractured
a few pieces brightly trailing down

and then everything exploded
a nebula bloomed to take up a piece of the sky
celestial green with
an aura pulsing outward in waves
as if calling me to another edge of the universe

I tried to film it
zooming in and the layers kept going
detail upon detail
depth upon depth

now sitting in my bed, I'm wondering what it all means.

Everyone knows what becomes of energy.
It cannot be created
It cannot be destroyed
And so, since I've caught it
Now I must set it free

I watch it slip away, in mourning
See it soar up to the sky
And break past the atmosphere

It flies years away
Straight to the end
Where the stars hold their breath at the edge.

Wait for me
Take the light and weave it into the dark
Dance with me
Not a shadow of a doubt in sight

I'd like to think time moves differently here.
No past nor future to speak of
Just two souls intertwined
Existing, evermore.

Eyes full of stars,
But not the good kind.
These ones shine with scorching heat.
Eyes full of space,
But not the good kind.
These ones threaten vastness sweep.
I see the moon.
I see the Earth.
In these eyes I see the birth
Of every star,
On every plane,
And see that it is all the same.
Now I’m lost
Within those eyes,
And so I find
The end of time.
The lights, they hurt
I try to rest
And at the end of space infests-
Those eyes…
Mine…

such majesty

a nightjar call


eyes of a tragedy

after the fall


sprawling winter

baleful

gleaming


pale steps

hinter


ever redeeming


those before

swallowed whole


a horizon to go

can we change the ending?
please please please i want to
place a halo over her ears
tell her she's been such a good girl
take her face in my hands because
she never bit the hand that fed her
even when it was fattening her
up an offering to the gods
her trust open to the world like a flower
even as her cages got smaller and smaller
first metal, then made of stars
i bet it's cold up there
please, i want to tell her we did her wrong
please, sainthood for Laika,
i want her to know we're sorry

This that I know, of Earth’s habitat.
It's true shape in form, is neither round nor flat.

This important information to you, that’s from me.
Has been hidden by the group, running our space agency.

First hearing of this, tends to overwhelm.
But the truth of our world is, we live in a realm.

This matrix was draped over us, a long time ago.  
The cup of lies will wobble and begin to overflow.

Using your heart to think, when looking at the stars.
Will dictate more experiences than the perception you think you are.

In  bugs, trees or anything,  everywhere you look.
Secrets of the universe, hidden between the gobbledygook.

Threads of light are connecting to every point in time.
Revealing to you the mountain, in which you need to climb.

Feeling the quickening of senses, I think we all can agree.
Is how understanding our reality, is setting us free.

        Where
          you
          are
     dreaming
          are
        ­  you
        There