Clouds over head, ground below.

Why doesn’t he see the hole?

I think he didn’t go as far as I am.

My heart hidden in the nova,

Next to the dream.

I followed these maps,

But those who wrote them didn’t know where they led,

I lost mine.

Somewhere the centre, somewhere the outside.

Jumping into the blackness is not scary for a spirit, they never die.

If I could escape I would dance through the cosmos.

I know now what I never did:

Finding “the one”, when everything happens in threes.

But, did you count the trillions, the billions and billions and billions of possible lives.

Somewhere out there.

I wonder what I look like in his dreams.

The pull of the yearning in my broken heart,

So far away.

I wish I could come to you.

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