open your eyes.

 

see visions.

 

imagine a melody,

 

infinitely—

 

listen.

 

a planet of stories

with islands of silence,

her curved surface

radiates grace.

 

milky way blazing

in the sky above the city.

speaking in fractals,

the stars are telepathic

 

wake the poets.

wake the dreamers.

 

cultivate the tendrils

in the vineyard

of your heart

 

reorient our buildings to the solstice,

and from the center of the city,

see the stars.