open your eyes.


see visions.


imagine a melody,






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.