Origins
I’m not crazy, weathered at worst Like early days of earth Rubble rock birthing life from violent destruction Fires burning molten in the underbelly of my origins Bubbling beneath cracked surfaces Where I oftentimes appear stable My heart is a volcano Bursting at the seams where new ground must form Former foundations crumbling, splitting like Pangaea Where connections we once had feel like nothing more than distant history Evolution of man How he crawled out of water to feel sun upon his face How I would wait hundreds of thousands of years In hopes he’d emerge from darkness to find me Staring out into space The nostalgia of quiet combustion Peering into past lives in the distance Knowing most of what I know to be beautiful is dead I am a supernova Bursting at the seams where new life may form Gathering masses from stray debris Gasses and gravity Nebulous love Pulling together new solar systems in ancient designs and unwritten formulas Life is messy Somehow we find a way to fall