I’d like to believe in the stardust gate:
a seraph greets you in your coming.
White smoke
gold shine
the harp mouth.
You know the songs of the heart when the harp stops.
You want to follow the truth, a change to nirvana.
A fresh way to see nebula:
the openings between the world.
Is this ubiquity ambitious?
Can you see inside the void:
the created, the loved
cities above the walk?
You can fly inside yourself
when there is nothing left to embody.