is everyday for you
to me,
one wonderful summer night?
elliptical ideas
revolve around my will
my gravity
in a tight vacuum
if space's fabric was clear plastic
you'd see a sun asphyxiated.
swallowed by planetary paranoias
black holes
quasar compulsions
interstellar sadness
and all of this
within a flesh and bone bound
basin
its time
to correct
my will
a pill
will ignite my sun
to fuel
this
galaxy of neurons
and
propel
my cosmic engine.
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