yeah i received the transmission
the message
starlight
though there's a lost in space translation
being light years away
so specifics remain elusive
like events of yesterday
hence the constellation prize becomes overcast in communication
and as i try to relate the shit
their eyes become full moons
and i become a lunatic
tuned into the space station
advertising the intangible
with a hint of urgency
planetary
emergency

from my vantage point
within these tight-nit fabrics of perception
our birthright to light
designs
dilated dance
diagrams
which mostly don dust
why must
whispering ma'ams
divert pupil's plans
from dilated dance diagrams?
but
that's not just
a conviction of she
for he she and i are all guilty
and i am just god-part and particle
dramatic participant
a piece of the print
in a portion of the article
a fraction of a facet
of the gem
on a ring
on the hand
of a king
of the lands surrounding
see how small that's sounding?
pretty damn miniscule
but i still use my heart-tool
to make wakes in the lake
or ripples in the pool
cuz i see heads mad hot
and hearts icicle cool
so i beam of balance
encourage the minds wings

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