06: Open - June 2021

Inner Space

tell me, traveler. why
 do you seek to 
 touch the stars
                    and all their fading brilliance?

does the center of this
 sweeping universe not
 already deliver enough
 scorching sunlight
 to evaporate 
 the ice-cold
 crevices of 
                  our very souls?
                                                                                                     we already are lost
                                                                                                                    within the
                                                                                                                  inner space
                                                                                                                   of our own
                                                                                                          planetary selves
                                                                                                    toward the pleasure
                                                                             of skyward aspirations.
                                                                                                          this soft cocoon
                                                                                                                      of myself
                                                                                                                           on this
                                                                                                                 elevated bed
                                                                                                of beautiful yet broken
                                                                       meteors, collided musings.
 traveler, what
 lies within
 the dark spaces
 of your orbiting self from
                flying alongside the splendor of the sun?
                                                                                      carefully created constellations
                                                                                          color the weathered surfaces
                                                                                                       within ourselves. they
                                                                                                                            ignite the
                                                                                                                         expanse of
                                                                                     the dusk of our humanity ablaze
                                                                                   to provide guidance and direction
                                 when we navigate the universe that yearns inside.
 wanderer, where
 does the warmth
 you exude in rays
                 of revitalized compassions come from?
                                                                            our hearts are the fading, faltering suns,
                                                                                      ebbing and flowing rhythmically in
                                                                                                          red rivers running over
                                                                                                               to provide life to the
                                                                                                                        organic bodies
                                                                      in this systemic, planetary humanity.
 explorer, how
 do you sustain
 the light within your eyes
                  whenever joy abounds in your atmosphere? 
                                                                                                our eyes are the renegade stars
                                                                                                         seeking to create their own
                                                                                                                 constellations with the
                                                                                                                      luminaries of others
                                                                                                                 and the incandescence 
                                                                               of their own galactic longings.
 drifter, when
 do your thoughts
 dissipate into
                 the endlessness of their own echoes?
                                                                                      our minds are the overwhelming Jupiters
                                                                                                                                       between the
                                                                                                                                   of memories in
                                                                                               the flickering rings of Saturn’s veins
                                                   and the red rivers of unfamiliar tears on Mars.
 so tell me, traveler. do
 you observe the
 beauty within the 
 blanket of complexity
 covering the very nature
                of your infinite, inner space?
-JP Legarte

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