i was borne into it -
the hemispheric starry sky
i was laid prone to the depth-expanse
before me

i was pulled from a watery womb
into a vastness which i could see
(away from the heartbeat)

my infant eyes settling on
planets, stars, dusts & machinations
of the pulsating universe:

i saw the grand alignments

ii.
now i am older
i feel much more in tune with my skeleton
(body pains surround these joints
& eye orbitals)

i am a man of rock & stone
crumbling like the cliffs before me

when i look at the depth-expanse
now, i see the disconnection

i am traveling through spacetime
& my life withers in stop-frame

the wrinkles of my eyes
are like leaves from a tree

my fingers are like knotted-roots

my chest: of fissured shale

(what other points of reference
could i possibly have?)

iii.
i am biology
nestled in the large feathers of cosmology

i am the animal, breathing,
with wide eyes staring

i pulsate with blood
as rivers pulsate through canyon
i question the outerworld
like a night-dreaming fawn

i am the staring itself -
i am awestruck sight

the outerworld becomes my mind
the stars become my identity

the enormity of the beauty
lulls me (faithfully) to
glimpses of

connection.