There is a hell of a galaxy next door,
Let’s go.
What if the planets there are labeled with emotions?
Venus is greed, Jupiter is anger, Earth—
Earth is a dream. What if our dreams are stamped with gravity?
I loathe the sound of births,
beads of glass that bubble out of the abyss.
I love the whispers of deaths,
the trickles of life that wave to darkness.
There is a hell of a universe inside,
Let us be.
