To be seated, 80s scatter of carpet
and looking up at some ceiling of
well-placed gems ready to guide me.
I always knew that constellations were
like gems, a reflection of the state I once was
a long echo of history, time
evaporated, an even distilled consciousness
tumbling out like marbles themselves
Their chaos is joy and will be remembered
here from this ground, looking out
Even if I remain alone
I have the rain, constellations of
the ever-remaining oneness of us
should like the smear of weeds outside