We are born in gaseous nebulas
Ethereal vapors too beautiful for eyes
Yet this fabric must collapse
In order to birth you, a star
Massive energy neatly compressed
Into a beacon of gorgeous fire
From distances vast they appear
Twinkling dew drops on a black canopy
We gaze up in awe and wonder
Never knowing the incredible forces
Residing under the radiant surface
A fusion of ideas continuously churns
Inside the star the ideas become heavy
Dense ideas bring the threat of implosion

One step forward, no step back
Unimagined from the uncharted track
To heal, to hope, find peace in me
And breathe, and soar, and finally dream

I’m my own voice, I won’t be silenced
Break free from troubling wails of violence
Forgotten pasts that linger, shadow
Resurfaced warnings that encompass tomorrow

My root chakra is a tail light. I drove
around at night, when I could hunt the zo-
diac for shooting stars, or the horsehead
nebula & observe objects of in-
rerstellar origins
time
traveling

whose carcasses aren’t yet apparent to
telescopic lense. I’m miles from him and
still
have
no
space.

the earth is like a balloon when we walk we make indentations barely notic
eable
on the balloon we actually create time our stomachs like balloons change shape wiith gravity
time would not exist without beings perceiving it we are mostly water from the
ocean this is like the Waves are our emotions our heads kind of like Barnacles or a liighthouse lights like our eyesin thecity we are like foxes slipping in between time and birds people sitting in outdoor cafes or talking in a corner