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  • mmbftd 101w

    We are

    We are
    A dying constellation
    A conglomeration
    Of speckled eggs
    Freckled beauty
    And terror
    We are a spinning world
    Flat or round
    Anchored to stars
    The further we go
    We are lost
    With wide child eyes
    And narrowed angry brows
    We cry to each other
    Strangers shattered in space
    Spread out
    Too far to taste
    Or touch each other
    We are constellations
    Of conscience
    Spinning wildly
    Arms spread out
    Rotations of abandon
    We are standing still
    Awaiting a word
    Or phrase
    Uttered in the right moment
    And moments are all
    Coinciding simultaneously
    Time having motion
    Yet not linearly as we have been taught to interpret it
    My memories
    With me now
    As I spit words onto the page
    Staining the white
    With deep black feathering ink
    Black like the void
    That cannot exist
    We are too much
    We are everywhere
    We have saturated this place
    There is no void
    Only waves
    Coming and going
    Over us, under us, through us
    Cymatics, synopses
    Feel everything
    But we are numbing and dumbing ourselves
    Endings are burnt
    Fried receptors
    No longer capable
    Of connecting
    I long for the fusion
    The calamity
    The explosion
    The mating
    The joining
    The punctuation
    To end the moments
    And I'm lost
    Just like you
    Cerebral, vertebrae
    Traveling down
    There are creaks and pops and snapping sounds
    The connectors
    Are degrading
    Time is coming around again
    I'm reverting
    To that wide eyed child
    She's been here all along
    With a rag in her mouth
    To drown out her sounds
    Listen as she speaks
    It's important now
    We are a dying constellation
    Of programmed
    And I intend
    To make good
    On my original intent
    Here is my tiny hand
    Take it.

  • mmbftd 126w

    I should have learned

    I should have learned
    To read the night sky
    Messaging me
    Through the velvet blue
    Orion burning on
    Three times you let me see
    That Virgo
    Bent and needing rescue.
    And those that came before us
    Knew so much more
    A multitude of burning discs
    Shining on in cymatics
    Vibrating with creation
    Eminating epiphanies
    Straight at us
    Yet we do not see
    We do not even
    Raise our self centered heads to the sky
    The abyss filled with light and sounds
    So many questions
    Already answered.
    We are them and they are us
    Points of light and song
    If we are anything at all.
    Astrologically speaking
    There is so much more to see
    Yet the ancients saw it all
    Mapped it out
    To show us their significance
    And we look down on them
    As they looked up
    To see their inception
    Their song of birth
    Billions and billions and billions of worlds and more
    Like Carl said
    He wasn't wrong.
    And I look up
    At those mystical 3
    Orion's belt has always
    Mystified me
    It beckoned and tempted and enticed my soul
    Like a carrot on a stick
    Who is it calling to me from there?
    Across time's flat circle
    That spiral round and round and then here we are right next to each other all along
    A string of quantum theories
    Played like a symphony
    And I think its just me up there on that burning fire belt of frequencies
    I think I'm calling to myself to see
    That we are all unique points of light and music
    One and the same.
    And we've been here and there and everywhere
    At all moments
    Its comforting to know
    I'd still take the time to say hello
    To myself from so far and yet so close.
    Maybe I'll take some time
    To learn to read our night sky.