sometimes being awake feels
more like a dream
than being asleep
open eyes slowly awaken
to the insanity of our race
humanity
looking, we devour art;
words, images, songs and stories
of the
insatiable ache in every foot
and every drop of blood
that makes a home of this
celestial rock, suspended by
gravity whose strings are
pulled by holy fingers
that pry open seeking eyes
to unspeakable horrors
and indescribable ecstasies

the universe exists inside every chest
when new light is shed on tiny
truths, before unseen
they blossom into realities
unabashed and weighty