Star Dusted Gut
Most days you ooze cockiness from your chest
but I've a feeling that during dark times
you pray to that somebody or something...
That somebody or something
that's creating at the speed of light.
The same speed that our souls travel at.
When shot out of this life and into the next.
This belief didn't come from tea leaves or tarot cards.
It came from my star-dusted gut.
We will all meet the universe maker someday.
In the near future, at the entrance to an ancient star gate.
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