hold

 

the glass of the stars and their

gas inside

illuminate for me where

Iíll never likely go

but youíre there already arenít you

 

and if I see the tail of the kites,

the heat flare displays of the meteorite trails

just a weak glimpse

of the gold which is

which is

the massive super nebulae

 

the immense yet intimate

which you are

which you are always