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
gravitating
toward the pleasure
of skyward aspirations.
this soft cocoon
of myself
lies
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
remnants
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