Hour Eight

Yikes! My soul is stretched among the stars

pulled tight to encase galaxies

dancing naked with cosmic juice.

Energy pulses through me

and inhabits me as tears

leap from my cheeks

flying off to become stars that soar

through the mystery darkness of existence.

My soul tightens as emotions unknown pull and strain

at the false reality of this primitive world

where hatred lives and fear soars,

seeking the unimaginable joy of the cosmic wind.

 

 

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