So, let me set the scene here,all I was doing was enjoying life,
expressing myself in a way that
only one who was attuned to the
world could fully understand, their
own eyes open to the wonder and
grandiosity and lights and hopes
and feelings of the world of our
own randomly orbiting, freely
spinning, gravity building sphere
of life-giving Gaea, I ran across
the roofs, screaming to the Gods
that I was there, I could see them,
I knew the world now, I was ready,
ready to be among them now, my
eyes open, my blood afire, my lips
moist, my cheeks gaunt, hair
sweeping raggedly, I lusted for the
lifting I so righteously deserved, so
far among the open skies, living so
freely among the stars that I lost my
own starlit home, among them all,
their beauty greater than any lusted
after jewels, among those I call my
brethren, among those I call my own,
and it soon began to be what I was,
a god among gods, a man amongst
men and lover amidst them all, I fall
and find my way, back into the nexus
that was, my life begins again amongst
the beauty that was, our own lights
bursting, blasting, sighing, feeling,
freezing, and it still is, my sunlit home,
frozen over, lovers dancing their dances,
starry-eyed in their own universes,
small bits of my own, towheaded
children of love, tripping amongst
their own journeys, fiery trails of chastity
rocket through the openings of the worldly
ones, their own eyes charcoal saucers of the
finality, lost in their own depths to the only
ways it is possible to exist, shadowy children
hunting across the skies we live under, mindless
chariots rocket to the stars we have forsaken
under autocratica, opiates of the masses
reaching their cold dead hands into the
pursestrings, living through their guilt trip
tithes unto us, we rocket away, only to fall
back from ingrained guilt, until we follow a
new hope, touching, touching, touching, touching,
as well as feeling, hearing, seeing, living, our own
little lifes under the stars that have forgotten us.