Feel the tingles run
from the static hum of space,
feel them race through
every nerve, feel the buzz
of electric rain. Smell the
firework scent of an overworked brain.
Let thoughts burn as bright as the sun,
And you will find deep within
what you have been searching for
ever since time begun.
Static forms
when a thought
drifts towards
the welcoming sky.
Every question why,
every nervous sigh,
every elated high.
All emotions fly
then combine with the
electrified star dust
that long ago, created us.
Listen to the static,
the buzz of the universe.
From big bang to now.
A sound of galactic expression,
listen closely to its lessons,
and you will hear the words of forever,
pounding to get out.
The static contains
a call to become one.
Put down your arms,
wrap your mind around someone.
Cling tightly to a dream,
embrace the world where fiction lives
in the wooden beams
and creativity abounds
in the paper bricks
that line the walls.
Take the stardust magic,
place a spark in a jar,
pierce a hole to let it breathe,
like the hole it pierced
through your heart
to let the love flow free.
The jar will glow when days are dark,
leading you along a pathway
good and true as the static
rushes through
showing the best version of you.
Thanks for reading
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continue to do this.
Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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