Up in space,
With shooting stars and Jesus,
I let fall apart what I have made.
I wonder what be the expression on God's face?
As I create
Beauty from this decomposition,
And that which deteriorates,
I find comfort in the hate.
I breathe deep breaths of breathless air,
Up in their "who, what, when, why, and wheres?"
And pupils grow in blank stare
To my mirror words that look towards them,
Yet somehow reflect myself.
I lay floating in the waterless water,
With these thoughts that think for themselves,
Finding something, losing me.
I once dreamt,
Now I am the dream...