Last night...
Every star in the milky way
(not the candy bar)
melted together like
plate tectonics it is reverse pangea
in my heart.
The real me inside was
doing backflips all the way
to the ones reaching out
to galaxies i cant remember the names of
that hold the stars
I used to be.
This must be home.
Finally, off the restriction
of my planetary body.
It is so fucking bright.
The contrast between
the nothingness of space
and the everything I feel here
this must be...
I don't want to say love
because it sounds cheap
stale, and vapid.
What
they call egos
caught in manipulations
for the temporary relief
from the deficiency of one
stolen from another.
We are different.
An explosion of transparency-
clear, incorruptible, awakened, brilliant.
I cannot hold this for myself.
My ego hates this taste.
It refuses to feed the darkness
humans must posses.
It is the mingling of the ethers...
beyond the senses and
the contents of my body.
I need you to feel it too.
I need to make you glow
to strip your ego with my touch
so you can experience our light.
Physicists can try but this cannot
be contained by scientific formulas.
Because it started before them...
but I know this "love"
is what started the stars.
