Home in the Stars

To be free. Really free.

My slight tremor... 

I am seismic, shaky 

The brittle body that

plans out Earthly betrayal 

Is a rattling thing 

And I its captive prisoner 

Wish that my soul was cloaked 

in something more regal, 

robust, resplendent 
Throw the flesh on the junk pile

And shiver as a streaming jet 

of ethereal white into the 

captivating conundrum of 

milkshake Galaxies

Home in the Stars,

the only impervious place 

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

We are the stuff of stars; carbon based life forms growing in the belly of space. Mankind has an overrated opinion of himself. The universe is immense. If we spent more time exploring and less on warring amongst ourselves we might figure that out. What is it they say? Ashes to ashes, dust to dust? Maybe we eventually return to the cosmic chaos from which we were born. Maybe heaven is a literal reality. Maybe God is watching. I really enjoyed this. Your strong imagery is prevalent. Great stuff.

[Red Brick Keshner]

Wow, that is a thought and a half - the stars being the only impervious place. Thanks for sharing.

[C Peril]

And thank you for the review Frederick! I hope I shall have the time to repay the favour later on in the day.

Kind regards,

C.