"It has never been quite clear to me"

It has never been quite clear to me:
the celestial orbits of minds.
We are each of us a bright star in the great vault
of night, but also separated by the empty void.
I have careered so far and so wide
but have seemingly covered zero-distance.
If every man and woman is a star,
a great orb of fire and kinetics and life;
then every man and woman is master
of their own sky, and burns as an aeon.
What then does it mean to know a sun?
What then does it mean to love one?
By all this, it must surely mean
the very beginning of time itself.

M.M.

Depression (Iteration 9)

I am enwrapped in some dark shroud
of a dream that lost its way along the way.
I see variegated futures but they seem just out of reach.
I thought I would become the man I envisioned
in the dead of the night, by the fires' light.
But there is a storm that has never let up;
there is a weariness right behind my eyes
that enervates the very mass of me—what little it be.
I used to propel myself like a comet
across the multiverse of my mind,
birthing stars and careering far.
But the darling daughters of my great vault
do not dance in their everlasting light.
I lay still now—dormant—a deep slumber
in which the shades take ghastly form.
Listening intently for the music of yesteryear:
the sound of galaxies that once so comforted me.

M.M.

"My world trembled"

My world trembled
          with every step she took
I crumbled
          at the shifting of her neck
The dose brought me to ruin
Pursuing this careering shooting star
I can't remember when the dagger
Slipped in
          between my ribs,
          toward my heart
She came on soft like the wind
Nestling comfortably like sin
I never had a chance
It was one glance, maybe two
And I just sank and sank and sank
Deep down into her ocean blue
And now, I'm somewhere between
The spear-tip of madness and
Utter desiccation
Everything else
          is just gravity: unbreakable law

M.M.

"The winter wind whirls round'

For Ale

The winter wind whirls round
Telling me of the things that make me unbound
I do not know how it is I now here stand
I do not know by which hand or brand
I was wrought by the magic of aeons
The billion-year processes that I am built on
Dust is my blood and atoms my breath
For but a minute I exist, and a minute to my death
As I watch the stars drift and align
And all the distant worlds collide
I know nothing but what this wind tells me
And the secrets my stars have gifted me

M.M.