I found a notebook full of imaginary words.
Places that never were,
Items that never will be,
Contained in this missive of grand design
Are clues and codes waiting to be deciphered by us.
You speak of communion and katharsis
like you know what they mean.
Practicing religion like a madman does not make you pure.
Only women bleed.
Abandoned by the sea again
empty shells surrounding me
I look up to the velvet sky
for planetary confirmation.
Stars nod their acquiesce
enveloping me in their light
surrounded by the balls of plasma
I breathe a heavy cross