Orange Peels and Baby Stars
As I was peeling this orange, it whispered an epiphany.
"You must first be taken apart to gain strength.
Seek out the purist of storms
Dive into the cyclone, be cleansed, be reborn."
I followed the advice of the newly flayed orb.
Tracked down that cleansing wind.
In its billion unrecognizable forms.
Chasing a shattered constellation.
On the edge of starry town.
Cracked thoughts stretching out.
Nibbling wildflower- gathering strength.
Weaving a metal skin made of sun.
Devouring the sweet winter rain...
Life then began with a hum, then a roar.
Soul ignited by spectacular, undefined things.
Stardust of the mind, gathering clarity,
Now the bright fields of life flash eternally.
It's time to leave the old snakeskin to the weeds.
A new constellation rising into the night sky,
Broken hobos and coyotes dancing in delight.
Laughing, cascading so rich in their dreams.
What name shall be given to this infant skin?
This gathering of pristine baby stars.
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