My heart, pinned on your chest
Rips open and I can reach into
my own concave cavity
I made for myself when
you are lonely.
A vaccum I sense across distance from when
space and time became
a collapsed void.
Eaten for breakfast, and vomited before the stars could return
us to heaven.
Instead, we purged to purgatory –
Hell was too mighty
a place- the secure and the known is full of ghosts and wrong doing.
In space, we think to be freedom founders.
But instead of making our own laws
We are aimless in frontier—
As you and I no longer no are strung by
our fictions or words.