Millions of years festering
our Sun did die
a ding in my
youthful illusion
of invulnerability
just when
we were to be married. I'd

been born to a frozen death,
missing you in an abyss:
exploded gases tore us apart

In my death,
without body
I searched for you
alone in darkness
oblivion foreplay.

I thought you were a super nova
an obscene sunrise. It seemed that

only I, a dot, remained
alone looking for the key
to find the opening door
to restless imaginary things
dancing teasing lights that
would swing open to a dream
of glistening dots ordered
in shooting streams of golden water
like bubbles up the nose gently,
dream bump ode to

pretending again
to sleep after playing
that the afterplay was foreplay
but thought dots seemed
like black holes
staying crushed,
for I was a singularity
waiting for grief
to explode, but

why am I looking to
haunt an old house long gone
and every material star

Yes, I of soul, not flesh
will look in the dark
for the true light of heaven
if you will only signal me

If you would gather my love like kindle
and light a campfire in heaven
I know I could come with marshmellos
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