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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