Star Talk

When I am thrown back to
Shades of dying  
Through walking breathe Universe
In search of resurrection  
To lighten the tongue softly
With Star talk  
Offering scores of Gods  
The ability
To shine their ego  
In a constant crown
Of constellation  
With extravagant names  
Of ancient Kings
Fierce hunters brandishing weapons pulled and ready to pierce
And women with the intuitive smoke
Of oracles
When I am in this space  
Of mist and vague illusion  
And the ambient effects
Of wine  
Or others that might bend my sky enough  
To see beyond it  
And into others
I come before a Father  
God with sheepish grin  
And barely covered
His arm outstretched  
And finger pointed before it
To pinpoints, brightnesses  
Scattered carefully  
And covering the great map of the infinite  
And I would wander through
The rest of my days
Thinking on his smile
And wondering why it would look that way
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