by Gavin Shwahla
I will swallow this world
And the silence of the many will please my ears so.
Adrift in the stars
The gods of men will entertain my most mortal of desires.
My laughter will ripple the vibrations of time
And I will be serenaded by the sound of weeping suns
I will regurgitate this world
In a cocktail of stardust and fire
Drunk on the cosmos of ignorance and wine
Hungover on heartbreak, that makes even the gods cry
All the while floating on solid nothingness
My material face locked in a smile brighter than the stars themselves
I will celebrate this world
My eyes fixed on all of you remaining
As your molded minds revel in the shadow of my bliss
Wearing a crown of Saturn’s rings
I’ll lick my fingers clean of the crust and ice of planets
Washing pollutants and flavor down with a glass of solar rays
I will mourn this world
And in the orbit of the galaxy there will be me
The silent cold rock
And the nothingness
Pulled by the expanse of the universe
Drowning in the gravity of my fallen sun
And I will only imagine what it is to draw one last breath.