Imagine a green, green field under a blueblack sky bursting with euphoria and energy. Imagine you crashed next to me, like a falling star.
Imagine if we were all bright, shiny, falling stars. Imagine if we were celestial bodies; a chaos of constellations in chaotic cities: Siriuses on stage, comets on the highway, black holes in deserts, Mars on the battlefield, galaxies on dancefloors. We would run like mad children around the world looking from falling star to crashing comet and all the while drinking it all in and exploding with excitement, love, peace, energy---
And you, you would be my Venus, my evening star, and I would be your Galileo, the one who got to know you.
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Neon lights and slinking purple skies
ReplyDeleteSqueeze out soft regrets from all our lives
As I greet another door that opens in
To that place that we repeatedly begin.
This is beautiful. Some things are best appreciated by silence, in silence.