A Brief Interview With The Universe

I feel the need to tell you that I’m honored to be in your presence

Sometimes I feel demeaned when I talk to people

Not trying to say that I’m always the victim, but it can feel that way in today’s marketplace

Had a therapist tell me it was projection, but not sure I concur

So tell me a bit about what’s going on with you?

Truth is, I’m so unsure of so damn much that I feel confused most of the day

I don’t pretend to be a deep thinker, but I do love to stare at your stars and meteor showers

Like to imagine raking my soul across the cosmos, somehow drawing it back cleansed and free of pain

Nothing is really as automatic as they try to say it is

Some things remain mechanical, sterile, empty, deserted

But not you, not you at all, and that’s a compliment

I seem to have a recollection of once taking a flight on a comet’s tail when I was a child

Just a dream, yes, but felt so real at the time

Guess I should feel ashamed for making so little of my life

But I don’t feel that way with you

Maybe we can make this a regular thing

I understand if you decline the invitation

Can I just lay here and watch?

Can I just try to tune my soul to what I feel vibrating inside of you?

The sky is an eye

It can see me

I can sense it does

So I wave to it

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