as i emerge from
afterbirth of stars
in a patch of nettle
at the base of a nova
i thought about so much
it just appeared one time
impaling my sight like
a thorn full of weak
colorless strength
weeping in veins
like a willow
sweeping the
wind away

in boquets
of blossoming
bronze branches

mourning
lightning leaves
exploring
darkness' disease

as i acknowledge
inherited information
passed through
generations of gravity

i'm taken for a ride
on the outer
ring of a lunar eclipse
in a solar
society

cosmic comets
pollute the wormhole
freeways with
valid vortex dustdevils
swallowing
fuel from fascinating
consellations
stations

bartering with the resources
lent by spaces store to
mystical moons and
spiritual suns
leading stray
angels back
to heaven

on a covered
star train
heading home

as prairies
of pregnant
planets
pack

toddlers of time
frollick in curious
caverns of
complacent
singing
souls

that found
their way
out of the
maps maze

savoring the stroll
on wisdoms narrow walkway

"I seem to have left the gate open for you"

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