I used to dream
Of silly grandiosity.
I wanted to reach up
Into the pitch-black sky,
Into the darkness,
And wrest the stars
From the heavens;
To sink my fingers
Into an ink-black void
And feel the heat of a sun
Radiating into my cupped palms.
I would grasp them tightly;
Finger bones illuminated
Through clasped flesh,
Muscle and veins,
Compressing light
Into motes of
Sparkling hardened carbon
That I would drape
Around my neck
In glittering constellations.
I wanted celestial alchemy.
I imagined gilded lies,
Turning stardust into shackles.
I wanted transmutation
And I found it. | DS