The closer we get to the end of this journey the more the contradictions will accumulate, confusing issues we once thought were clear. I suppose the good news is that’s how we’ll know we’re finally getting somewhere interesting.
“I look at the knife- Resting in a puddle of water- Near the ledge by the pulpit behind Aaron- Where I dropped it- And I hear it calling to me- Take me, it says- Take me and use me, it says- Aaron hold open his arms. “Murder me,” he says. “Become a man.” Never let me go says the knife”
you are a wreckage
of carbon, rust and
stardust; a shattered fragment of the
YOU ARE A MIRACLE.
your eyes cradle infinite swirls
of the galaxy, framed by
the rust of age-old stars
threaded between your lashes.
YOU ARE ETERNAL.
the technicolour hum of nebulae
thrum in your bones;
every beat of your heart
ignites a supernova.
YOU ARE A CELESTIAL WONDER.
(YOU ARE AN UNRAVELING COSMOS.)