The Star Guide…

I am worn and tired and pained of this gravity rich bone hollow earthed wreak of a planet.  Welcome infants, fortunate to live into adult beings of war and of shells and of walls built around selves for survival and…

Even love kills for many reasons and the hits and misses are unwelcome and those hurting wounds bleed from every opening in the survival shells.

Layers diminish and the going on inside the wounds cry for a sweet peace.  Peace, however,  is a never last and leaves the day and by life’s end flits ghost-shaped quickly across dream-side. Just before the worn die, worn smiles and animal body screams in silence for more time and more and more and…

This concert ends days after air breeder body stops and with Star Guide ready, soul breeder leaves this wreaked place along with many names and the Nemo travel across sky toward anywhere. Long sky visits or short-lived freedoms are then trapped by anything and bang – bang – bang soul drops and body stirs in good places.

When born, star traveler sleeps in safe arms. And! Infant loved, is again robbed of star knowledge and the memories of once past life and the future memory of sleep and again death. Again, the stupidity of primal-side.

Once and for all, the circle is again safely closed and the web building starts the markers of builders old and builders new. The Star Guide is folded into its original shape until it is again required and opened to be read and followed across the skybridge. Bang-Bang-Bang and let the games begin…

And Beautiful You Are!