An Autumn into the Sun, a Spring into the Core

The bed is a mainstay and I rest in it

The past comes as a tall mast and I contend it

But as I am born to walk, I walk around it

And so I pass, but am never able to surmount it

Staring into dark, my bed eyes take over

Sight is unclear and my eyes compensate with forms

Forms of beauty and forms of the strange

My mind takes its time to rearrange forms to molecules

And so it goes tonight, the world is an atom

The world I am forced in and what is brought to me is the nucleus

And I compartmentalize my idolizations, small and fleeting as they are

As electrons that fly fast and invisible around this nucleic world

And I can’t help but notice, even through the unbearable speed

That dictates the motions of my world

And that I am surrounded by atoms of worlds around me

A reminder of the haves and have nots

And the grieving, the thankfulness, the desire and the disgust

All within a paradigm that these small worlds make up our own

What is our solar system and galaxy but a giant atom?

A fall into the sun

A Fall, an Autumn into the sun

So follows a Spring into the core

And I find myself coerced to implore the sun

Fission is not an option, as such my options are few

Give me a chance, Sun, to renew

I ask for fusion and so an integration of the new

My only option to remain within You

And through this an exclusion from space’s Winter vacuum