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Glass Stars and Warm Skin

The glass stars crumble to sand every night

Fall on your skin like cool raindrops might

It cuts and maims, yellow aegean scintillate

Until you are a universe, cosmos constellate

It wasn’t facile to achieve your quaint glows

You bled life away before it shines thorough

The glass stars sparkling in a showering light

Your body tasting stardust like the sky might.

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Cosmic Band-Aids

The coalescing Seattle twilight was an interplaying illusion of dusk and haze, warm colours replacing the pastel skylines, only to be painted over by the deep indigo eventide. The local rustic town café was already closing up, and they barely had time to finish the last bites of their chocolate bonbons and sip the remaining drops of their hazelnut vanilla frappé, before the intermittent barista ushered them out—quite literally, with a tremulous hand and an apologetic jilted demeanour. Now they stood outside the establishment in introspective reverie, dimmed bronze sodium streetlight the only solitary light source that resiliently pierced through the caliginous melancholy.

She was a blushing rose, liquid and pale, every infinitesimal detail somehow magnified to be remarkably interesting. Fragrance of baby’s breath and frankincense, posture of a regal and sophisticated monarch, delicate face as that of an angel’s glimpse of paradise, personality of an intricate vintage lock and a million exploding suns. Her companion, admittedly, was a person of less enigma, yet was still a character of significance, an oakwood branch, roughly-hewn and intense, simple yet charismatic. That svelte and cheeky-looking fellow had untidy coffee-tint hair, a discursive ironic smirk, an insouciant slouch, and a steely glint that, more often than not, signalled trouble.

As the fog and the regent shadows further intensified, the pauses and discomfited silence between them further attenuated. Moments passed. Her candyfloss-pink sundress fluttered like a jaded butterfly as she tucked a frayed bookmark behind her seashell ear, and her taciturn companion watched her intently, like an engrossed pawnbroker. Without permission, he began to remove his worn tan overcoat and gingerly placed the article over her cool shoulders, still warm and cosy by his own body heat. Flustered by the uncalled attention, she turned away to brush a stray raven hair back into her gossamer tufted bun, and lost grip of her book of poems, fragile pages yellowed and dogeared with age. Sylvia Plath’s ancient anthology dropped with a soft thump right side up, opening uncannily on the centre page containing Mad Girl’s Love Song, and both bent down and fumbled clumsily to pick it up in haste.

Fingers tangled. Glances exchanged. Blue eyes collided with green. Hands clenched. Throats choked. Hearts skipped. Breaths hitched. Souls shattered. Their blueberry-strawberry swirl ice cream melted absently like calligraphy on the pavement. The book now lay abandoned and forgotten, its unspoken poetry dancing alongside the breeze. No words were whispered. None were necessary. Overhead, the last of the brimstone shades faded away, and incandescent stars splashed the darkness of the falling sky. Below, firework eyes showered sparks, and skins intertwined. Witnessing it all, hiding behind the wisps of pewter clouds and overlooking the nocturnal planet, the glowing moon quaintly smiled.

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Just A Twinge Of Cosmic Angst: A Sestina

I sit taciturn and wondering, waiting for the universe

to take my shaking hand into her further infinity.

I see the connected constellations, ostentatious

as they are, splashes and arcs of light tessellating

into the galaxy’s tender motion and sleepy staccato,

Falling fast within this midnight sky so consummate.

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Now I won’t admit into being also consummate,

Not in the physique of this elegant universe.

My body is made of mere stardust staccato

ravelling tightly into a quite beautiful infinity.

Yet I shall admit defeat unto death, tessellating

into a parasitic decay non so ostentatious.

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We all wish to enter the gates of Heaven, ostentatious

as humans get. We are quite passionate and consummate

with our concepts arranged into a stained-glass tessellation,

Ignoring still the vast reaches withheld in the universe

and thinking that this small orbit of ours is all that’s infinity,

Earning us a mindset of broken glass and fragmented staccato.

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Truly, our planet is a zealous one, of cobalt and viridian tessellation,

Pieced together, and yet barely holding on, our divinity ostentatious.

Our sea levels and stretched firmament seem to reach infinity

up to our all-knowing Mother, her opalescent gown consummate,

But then again, she is just another dress in this party of the universe

Her descrying jade heart pulsating and flatlining into faintest staccato.

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And materialistic, we resolutely remain, technology tessellating,

Preaching with arguing high voices, radioing into noisy black staccato.

Pray must we, for help. Ask forgiveness to the spinning universe

for we have been too indulged getting severely pompously ostentatious.

And soon, no longer will she ever care, for she is a goddess consummate

with her rarities. A powerful chromatic angel donning white wings of infinity.

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We drown all our self-abnegation in a shallow turbid pool of falsified infinity,

But look up to the astral skies, you fools, and see the stars’ bright tessellation!

We can nevermore achieve the paramount gracefulness of being consummate,

for we are mere scintilla specks floating in space. Barely even a borrowed staccato

that’s vainglorious, ruffling our colourful feathers. Now cease ostentation,

Breathe in the sun…do you feel that slightest twinge of cosmic angst from the universe?

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I whisper but echoing souls, cut into philosophical tessellation, and cast into evaporation. I might as well be speaking staccato,

but the patient universe hears my every cry, and gifts me some of her onyx satin habiliment. I accept humbly, non ostentatiously

so I see clearly finally. Wherefore must we humans be so dragged into consummate? This life is not a question of perfection, but rather, what we choose to do with our own infinity.

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Cosmic Synesthesia

You spoke a word, life began
Told oceans where to start and where to end
You set in motion time and space
But still you come and you’re calling me by name…

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BLIPPED BANG THEORY

Her soft astral breaths

And mind of dark energy

Formed a universe.

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NIGHTMARES & NOCTURNE

Twisting and turning

Lunar blanket comforting

Conscience relaxing.

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YOU CAN…

Grasp the stars in place

Knock my gravity away

Break the milky way.

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WATCHFUL SATELLITE

Did you know, Juno

Jupiter’s never faithful

Yet you still try so?

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SPACE RACE

Racing on spaceships

Bumping on stark asteroids

Orbits to nowhere.

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THEATRICAL REVOLUTION

Chains keep me in place

Watch planetary stage plays

Audience lost in haze.

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NIGHTFALL

Sundown, distant frown

Of the dusk’s shimmering gown

Evening waltzes soon.

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PERMANENT PRINTS

Hey now, you say how

Algid words like moonswept wind

Footprints left within.

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[G]ASTRONOMICAL DELIGHT

Taste the velvet night

Savoury sips of sunlight

Food for our soul.

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LAKESIDE SUNRISE

Basked glory, daybreak

Dusty shores and empty lake

Peace in breaths you take.

~*~

If you can hold the stars in place
You can hold my heart the same
Whenever I fall away
Whenever I start to break
So here I am, lifting up my heart
To the one who holds the stars…

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Stardust

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“The nitrogen in our DNA. The calcium in our teeth. The iron in our blood. The carbon in our apple pies were made in the interiors of collapsing stars. We are made of star stuff.” ~Carl Sagan

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Shooting stars watch me fall apart

And clothe me in the great yellow sun

Dance on a boulevard of broken hearts

Sparkling shards of my regretted fun

Dashing comets spun around the clock

Chasing off Time’s ceaseless wails

Asteroids in collision course with rocks

Running after their own scorching tails

Lace my DNA with the nebula’s love

Genes of intoxicating nitroglycerine

My fingertips sends their best regards

To the Northern Lights waving between

Negative particles nibbling at the dark

Hungry midnight devouring the light

But worry not for there’s always a spark

That gives it a stomachache and fights

The universe grows in a mad blaze of glory

Won’t you hear out my quaint sacrifice?

Bored galaxies don’t care much for my story

Humans are but creatures of early demise

For what are we compared to their stellar gears

But some wispy aches and sinews of skin?

Astral plains have shed marvellous tears

Yet we’re but without fates floating within

But just as stars will collapse and embrace

And our old ivory bones will creak and rust

Like everything in this infinite soul of space

We all must revert to stardust.

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Surreptitious

Sneaking out late, o’er here and there

Past the squeaky groan of tired stairs

Past the soft sighs of fluffy carpet floor

Out the boast of the huge oaken door

Into the midnight skies’ open splendour

Dancing shadows of monochrome colour

Past the cold nooks and susurrus dark alleys

And onto the verdant heart of green valleys

Zephyr blowing ever softly without a care

As I arrive on time to my appointed affair

With the silliest of my little secret dates

Of me and the galaxy’s colliding destined fates

Shooting stars hold tight my trembling hand

Silver ribbon of nebula can only understand

So won’t you take me away to that special place

For a drink of the universe’s intoxicating haze

And tomorrow wake up, cosmic hungover

But tended for by the mellow sunlight’s care until I feel better.

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Comic Aches

A heavy heart on the boulevard tonight…
Shooting stars watch me fall apart tonight…

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A MILLION LIGHT YEARS…

Keep on fighting hard, little yellow star

The haunt of the darkness ain’t all there is to fear

The journey is slow, Earth’s atmosphere is still far

But ahead of you, you still have a million light years.

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THE PATH TO HOME

An unkindness of the night, you seek your home

Your eyes are devoid and your pallid heart is torn

But seek not the angry shadows that shall bother you so

But instead set your soul’s compass on the oncoming morn.

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GRAVITY

The Aurora is up there, welcoming and beckoning

Whilst my sore feet are still stuck on this dusty dirt road

But maybe if I reach on further and just keep on jumping

Gravity will get tired of me and finally let me go.

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GALAXY SHORES

There’s an indescribable method to your madness

If you seek the maelstrom black holes of the oncoming blue

But if you manage to swim out of the dimension of sadness

There’s an entire chromatic universe out there, patiently waiting for you.

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…AND A LAST GLIMMER OF HOPE.

Little yellow star, scintillating bright on through

Past the arid fog, dimming clouds, and the hazy smoke

Lonesome in the midnight heaven, winking back true

Allowing me to still perceive that shiny bit of hope.

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…I’ve got my heavy heart to hold me down
Once it falls apart, my head’s in the clouds
So I’m taking every chance I got
Like the man I know I’m not…

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Cosmic Trailblazing

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Auroras touch my soul with limerence

Its nebulae touching my eyes, unknown

Glowing with utter incandescence

Like glimmering bubbles carefully blown

Iridescent, flowing with chromaticity

And yes, only ephemeral, sadly.

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I’m sondering in solitude

Tasting the petrichor, the smell of grass

As luminescence passes slowly by

The planets in syzygy onto the sky

Serenity, comforted by the ethereal light

The darkness around me, yet enflames my heart alight.

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Dusk kisses the skies, twilight set

Painting a kaleidoscopic sunset

The world turns tenebrific, yet worry not

For the moon and the universe blazes hot

Let the constellations bid you a safe goodnight

And tomorrow the dawn shall be your delight.

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Bask upon the heavenly stars, you infer

And serendipity just might occur

A fleeting shooting star graces on by

So you whisper a wish, and bid your goodbyes

And perhaps, just perhaps, it’ll whisper back an epiphany

A secret of the universe, so oblivion you could no longer see.

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I’m caged in an entropic, caliginous wormhole

You spread your wings and dash freely by

My angel, I breathe your name, I scream and call

And yet all you could do is watch and cry

But someday, I’ll break free, and you’ll hazard a trip inside

And together we’ll dissolve into the event horizon side by side.

~*~

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Cosmic Spill

I encase the spinning galaxies in my hand

Planets in my eyes, nebulaes ebb in my blood

Quasars, constellations, dotting my body, off they fly

The universe in my system, explode and reborn as I die.

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Are we humans alone in this mysterious universe?

Or can our simple songs travel across planets and be heard?

Light years away, our verses are delivered

Let’s wait until demise for their voices to be echoed.

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I am in shameless limerence with the stars

Their incandescent light, time travel, in an epoch

No longer alive when they reach our skies

An ethereal relationship that cannot be stopped.

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Comet, comet, wound ’round my head well

Scorching my eyebrows with your sparking tail

Comet, comet, I bid you farewell

May you not shatter your light and ultimately fail.

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You and I can stop the lights from going out tonight

Let’s unfurl open our wings, and the gravity we fight

Taste the cosmos as we waltz across the auroras and the sun

Gliding in the night skies in ineffable bliss and oblivion.

~*~

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