I hum

April 1, 2018
By Lowercaselife BRONZE, Leawood, Kansas
Lowercaselife BRONZE, Leawood, Kansas
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I sing the the birds atop the
Grand birch bark trees
Wondering what it would be like
To shed all my leaves
Would I know they’d come back
Would I care
Would I scream
Would I cry
How many days must I wait to
To regain
All my pride
Then I leap to the moon
And I breathe in the air
Exhaling the stardust
That kindly pollutes my pair
Of lungs
As I exhale a triad of stars
I think to myself
And ponder how long
It’s okay to be used
And if it's for the better not the worse
Especially
If
it creates
Beautiful fumes
Along for my travels
I grab a quick souvenir
A chunk of cheese from a crater
And a juicy
Moon pear
Once again, I ascend in the sky
And abruptly land atop mars
And catch a wisp of red chalk
In my left eye
There,
there are creatures
Some grown-ups and kids
That are sad because of the way
That people think of them
They’re crazy
And stupid
And sometimes called alien
But I don’t see any of this
Because the friable dust of the planet
Has blinded my senses
I am hungry
And wheezy
And ready to sit
But decide that Mars isn’t the best location
To eat
A little bit
So I build a skyrocket
From the organic sand grains
And fly to white dwarf
And crash into the terrain
I open my knapsack
And cut in the cheese
I munch on its center
And think twice then
Three times
Then recollect
Oh crap
I’m lactose intolerant
So I sink my teeth into a moon pear
And find a small worm
That transforms into a man
Carrying a scroll and a horn
I am god he says to me foolishly
I’ve never believed I say and reply
So he turns back into nothingness
And blurs into the sky
My stomach is achy
While heart lies content
So I decide to prance
Until I learn that this star is recently deceased
So I draw up a rose
A tulip
And daffodil
From my mind cloud above
And leave the trio of flowers
Once fresh and alive
As a sacrifice to the star
That has recently died
Only once in a lifetime
Perhaps if given the chance
You can sit on a star cloud
And watch the lights dance
As I skip from star to star
Like illuminated stepping stones
I meet some wise men
And women
Some others may know
Two twins they call Gemini
And a maiden named Virgo
They speak in soft voices
Some broken
Some fluid
And dare me to sing to the sun
So I leap
And land
Then I take her hand
And we dance as she falls
Down the horizon
Finally when the nocturnal moon decides to snooze
I reunite with her
In an enlightening manor
As she penetrates my skin
And makes me peel
I smile at her spots
And rejoice
I don’t feel anything anymore
Like they told me I would
But sometimes dreamers keep dreaming
As the universe
Thinks
They
Should.

The author's comments:

The behaviors of restriction are really what inspired this piece. Often times, I feel like fiction is frowned upon. It’s called childish, useless, and unsophisticated. But maybe, everything starts with a dream; something once called fictional, impossible, and intangible. With saying that, I encourage all of you, my dear readers, to day dream a bit.


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