by Asa Williams
Every poem is an archipelago of the soul and I blink galaxies into existence each night, Warm through the sheer idea of chaos reigning far above me
Nebulae whirling up up up (the big up) from where I lie stretched out in the grass
Inhaling and exhaling a universe fresh with creation,
Inhaling and exhaling those wide horizons and deep sunsets.
That slow cosmic waltz way up in the sky,
Orion and the Great Bear in an undignified two-step
Whose rhythmic sway is dictated by seasons and space.
My face is cold with night and wet with dew
And still the stars turn.
Let us melt into that great nothingness, shattered as stardust and moonbeams and stay out just a little longer my dear.
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