Heart so full
with tingles that simmer in my cells and remind my heart of the thrill of what could be.
Moon to my left
Golden light awash to my right.
The Beauty and magic of it all overhwelms
settling over me like a cloak I’ve known before.
Mmm these delicious reminders of this thing we are living in
suspended in
a space my mind can’t comprehend when
I reach for astronomy lessons lodged somewhere in my brain-what are the mechanics behind this again?
I tire of the futile effort before I even start.
Doesn’t matter anyway I reason.
It’s just fucking magic isn’t it?
Don’t we all know?
That’s what it all boils down to-
that primordial elixir we all get to taste when time opens up like a slit in the curtain.