Together In the Stars

You and I will dance among the stars wistfully wilting across the willowy floor falling upon our feet like fruit collapsing to the chaotic grass rolling around the hills, until we stop and rest our hands together softly, softly, just a little ghost of a touch for we are together in the mounds beneath this tree which has grown from our broken bones and fed upon our chanting moans through our pulp and our pureed stones and we reach through our nutrient towards the sky, lifting our arms high Take me away! Take me above the clouds and the atmosphere the smog and the smoke and the toxic fumes let me die among the emptiness be something, among nothing at all and fitfully I'll twist myself to never fall, and never rise and never be but I am sick of this resistance on my hands as I slap the wind. Let me be free.