Turbulent cosmic swells

Caught and spun, little one.
With moon dust charcoal delirium.
Pulled down, in gravity’s smile.
Replaced with apathetic juveniles.
Scream out, and shut down.
They still laugh, at the tears of a clown.
For you it rains, transitional pain.
A disappearing all over again.
But what if you survived it?
And what if you changed?
What if your revived it?
Cosmically rearranged.
Skywards hopeful, shooting free.
In sweet delicious wild lunacy.
Fragile youth fades in the blink of earth’s eyes.
But your stars remain, in your own private sky.

6 thoughts on “Turbulent cosmic swells

  1. I really like this one, Mark. As we age we’re constantly cosmically rearranging ourselves… that’s fine, but handling it is the tricky part! 🙂

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  2. I love the questions.
    “But what if you survived it?
    And what if you changed?
    What if your revived it?”
    It’s the only way to grow, perhaps. To question and honestly answer, there IS a better way and I will find it.

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