a primer on how to mislead the stars
take 1 part desiccated heart petals,
stained with blood of human yearning
mix with 2 parts fossilized true love
shake for half as long as all the times
you’ve wept Things into words
Rise wordsinger, to drench the expanding cosmos with the fiery voice of existence. Feel how the words boldly soar, from the sweet serenity of a woodland stream, to the torrid gargantuan swirl of galaxies colliding. And know, student of the universe, that all is revealed by your insatiable yearning: for in the joyful, sorrowful throes of artistic creation, we bathe in emotional singularities, evading for ephemeral moments the grasping hands of space-time.