(128)

turn closed eyes
toward the distant future
blind to the starlight
of a shamless heart
never meant to be
whethered by the questions
of the elliptical past

(127)

2
instinctively we yearn for the exquisite blueshift
the enticing gravity of the soul
an opportunity to burn within the enveloping starlight
of some seemingly distant otherself
demonstrating not a fear of the frigid obscure
but a haunting compulsion to reach out and warm it

(126)

my words do not flow with the ease with which I wish they would. i  am lost in my own mind. i can't make out what is truth enough to tell and what is the fantasy of one politely named a dreamer. it cannot come as a surprise to you that i am lost. we're all lost. we're all confused and insecure and waiting. yet this knowledge does nothing to calm the the anxiety that clouds my existence. i'm cold to the core with a need i cannot describe. it aches like the shrapnel they left behind. the advancing infection.

(125)

somewhere is waiting

some where I'm not required to ponder the spirituality of collapsing stars
some when I can forget our precious depth of vulnerability
some how perhaps silently breaking the universe through love

somehow our obscurity will save us from this cosmic perspective
                                                                          this distant image
                                                                          this some
                                                                                           where
                                                                                           when
                                                                                              how

(124)

who are we
emperors of collapsing stars
blithely imagining a universe that is not indifferent to our existence
here is an opportunity for observation without delusion
a demonstration of the infinite astronomy of the mind
we are a billion billion butterflies
exquisitely vulnerable in our knowledge of the cosmos
and the enveloping fear that it might not know us back

(123)

we're all a cosmic hiccup
a frame in the stop motion starlight
and all the kinky quirks and tears and scars and passion
can't negate the fact that we once weren't
and once won't be

but the welling blank brink
threatens an absence we can't afford
belies the simple truth etched in the universe

that we

    are
    were
    am
    was
    is
   
can be
will be

(122)

when all is said and done
and I am stripped
and all that remains is the breathing
the simple, calm heartbeat of it all
there is a smallness to me that encompasses everything

the in and out
the blood coursing
elemental
ephemeral
eternal