branch and bloom

returning to the star.
translated being, as language is interpreted.
integration happens between the curtains.
radiant skylight, pulsing with each beat of the living heart.
moving in rhythm, moving on a synchronous action.
perpetual always, absolute constant.
some days pass faster than others.
replete and alive, as it never was before.

beatific

it is never only the words
it is infinite reality that shines through them
lighting my sphere
unfolding this perpetual flash of life
by the existent law of gravity that none can truly defy
a fountain of fusion will come
and drain the pulse from this planet
i'd rather see from origin the star exploding
rather than be the dust left in its wake
within this sliver of time that some of our brothers would mistake forever
misguided sight blinded by the light removed by refraction
when judging your own reflection
please don't be taken aback
that you're pointing at yourself