(mirror poem: read top to bottom then bottom to top by line)
are made of me.
11:24 and i want to be made of stars and stars
jumbled thoughts are running wild because it’s
dying can we die together? My words are
i burn out and i’m dying and stars are
explode in overwhelming flavors of light when
and i want to glitter oblivion and i want to
i want to be the center of someone’s universe
peering out of their nightly window for
i want to be the thing that someone’s
i want to be someone’s bright shining light
they are to me because i want to be a star
that i am just as important to them as
we are the same and i want to think
innocently at them i want to think that
even if i’m just a bright speck smiling
and i want to think that they can see me
my world at 5 past the winter sun setting
that i twinkle for them they always light up
their world so high i would like to think
diamond in their sky and i’m up above
i have five points and i wonder if i’m a
think that i twinkle and i wonder if they think
that trippy? i wonder if really hot balls of gas
of the same shit that the sun is made of isn’t
of atoms and stars are made of atoms so i am made
because the fragments of my tired body are made up
i am made of stars and stars are made of me