letting go of you
like the world wants
would be devastation,
spiritual amputation
angels would weep
and biblical wolves
would gleefully gnash
fangs of suppression
as the decaying pallet
and eroding canvass
paint the landscape’s
eternal night black
universe collapsing
under an ancient curse
into the pinhole abyss
of ignorant energy…
but fear not little one
we walk in the light,
pure love projects us
renewed with a kiss
Earth, Milky Way 2016
