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.
