9.03.2010

(untitled)

I can feel a breeze penetrate my skin,
and a universe collide somewhere in my head.
My eyes are supernovae, my lips colorful
plasma effect.
My heart beats backwards in time.
In time with creation.
In time with stellar explosion.
Bursts of radiation explode from my mouth.
A cosmic orphan.

(Discarded piece I had written but brought back to life)

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