When your soul lies down in the cool grass at the top of the hill,

the atmosphere is Stuffed,

the rapid rush from the world

feeling suddenly much larger and the sky

swallows you whole.

In that very moment

every bit

slowed down,

a merry-go- round just came to its stop;

and your mind screams, violently

swirling like its an asteroid full of hot stardust exploding

harsh and wild, but serene :

and slow.

The stars speckle, a crystal ball in the denim sky

I begged to cast your manic memories out into the galaxy.

maybe they would float

off into a star.

and i could watch them burn

within the other celestial bodies surrounding Ursa Minor.

But you

are not a star.

You are the entire galaxy

in one star.