I’m restless. Things are
calling
me
away.
This
space,
This
time,
I’m not of it.
I’m
not from it.
So
what is it? Can someone tell me please?
It
hurts when I crash into my body—
this cramped shell confines all of the universe
into
one beating heart. A meteor on fire,
it
charges like a lithium battery.
My eyes blink opening nebulas. Exploding into black
holes.
My mind is a planet. Floating silently into infinity.
I am stardust.
A string of theories sewn
together into a web
of existential breath and light.
I'm restless, things are
calling me away...
it seems that my
hair is being pulled by the stars again.
