I think of the moment
when you can finally
see space.
And it’s different
from what you imagined.
Like thinking of a color
you’ve never seen.
The stars in the sky
sometimes swirl uncontrollably
to let us know
that this world is different.
Frenetic frenzy is often appropriate
when chaos lurks so closely.
In space we can float through the stars.
We can free our bonds,
and we can glide through echoes
finally.
Paying homage to the sun.
Listening to the light
once more.
As I float,
I take note of my
floating.
Three of me exist here:
the brain
the heart
the soul
And each is devoid of understanding.
As I start to disassemble,
I begin to realize.
Like stardust I return
to space as a trinity
of predation.
