You and Me

A light drift, a curiosity, dwells in the heart of the heat beneath me. I see a shelter as it could be, not as it is actually. Asteroids are my prom corsages, and I dance with the beam of a starlit garter. Finding my space in this place is tumultuous and a bit of deep space's chaos. The dark matter, DOES matter. I see and hear reality as others get lost in their minds and correspondences with demonic revelries. War is not the evil, but evil is a war. I am not ignorant to you, but I will not let out a blood curtling scream. I listen for the ecstacy and only find the abuse of the prophecies and reflection of the microscopic and biopic. Maybe you can be me, Pete, but can I be you? I feel the vicinity blaring with clones of your loveliness. One day we will be elite and see the daisies as they really are. I am not here to be a star. I am here to move the sun and moon for YOU to do what you want to do. Love, Hope