In this denizen of space and stardust,
thoughts are pastel and holographic.
Messages like starburst comets
from remote galaxies, plunder
from the heavens - dissolving in my brain.
My mind becomes a crater of divine music. A symphonic bowel.
I am molecules of spacedust shaped to hold the light...born on the
infinite stream of wonder.
Destine to zig, to zag, to spiral
and to, on few precious nights....
I slumber in the orgasmic rythym
of the cradle of infinity.
The continuing vibrating current of
birth and rebirth. In the quivering depths of creation,
I am lulled and loved in the silence of the night.