They scintillate along the shoreline of experience. Not there but here, we drip their molded memory into the cosmic vastness that finds its permanence through the push and pull of a boreal luminescence we can’t touch, but in cyclical reveries sets us free to scintillate along the shorelines of experience. ‘Cause they are algae that milk their descendance with their sweetest action spreading in intensity so their cosmic vastness can find its permanence by waking us up from the slumber of indifference that pulls us away from expanding our nebulae, a helix scintillating along shorelines of experience. So... Whenever afraid, just look into the effervescence of our perception and dissolve the constant worry by realizing the cosmic vastness that finds permanence within us as we listen to the clearness that brings solace from a desert of starry closeness full of life’s irony: We will all scintillate along shorelines of experience when the cosmic vastness becomes our permanence and our heartbeat becomes an echo in another’s sky.
This poem was inspired by the writing prompt: The Dead and their Cosmic Altar in honor of the Day of the Dead.