shooting star

the other day

I saw a shooting star

the problem being

the night sky

was my bedroom ceiling

with stickers

of stars

crying out singing
in houses
stand
erect

we've got to unite
this good feeling

the poison its own prize

chasers
in cities
rewarded
by cities
grey

toppling
my towers
no

my towers
are in you
he said

build yourself a temple

that was quick
he said
worship

I danced
and he is smiling

-

this is the voice
of the speaking
and the spoken to

speaking

am I getting through?
am I getting through

he raised his arm at me
waving

waved
his arm

at you

breathing

showered
with laser beam lights
fizzled me away
in sound
I movement myself
away
this is the primordial
image sank mind elated
swimming
time space place motion
we're here to stay gone quickly
my name is such
is
this

breathing