the restless universe

Jul 5

I’m restless. Things are

calling

away.

This space,

This time,

I’m not of it.

I’m not from it.

So what is it? Can someone tell me please?

It hurts when I crash into my body—

this cramped shell confines all of the universe

into one beating heart. A meteor on fire,

it charges like a lithium battery.

My eyes blink opening nebulas. Exploding into black holes.

My mind is a planet. Floating silently into infinity.

I am stardust.

A string of theories sewn together into a web

of existential breath and light.

I'm restless, things are

calling me away...

it seems that my hair is being pulled by the stars again.

Inspired by Anaïs Nin, Fire: From "A Journal of Love" The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1934-1937

Poetry

The Waltz