you can’t cut off a piece of the sacred and not expect ruin: halos mutate into pipe cleaners, galaxies into falling matches.

When I arrive it will be easy to find which garden is mine.

How we make ourselves light enough for spaceflight.

fruit, flower, fruit. This is how we build our new home.

of the ocean.

WHERE I’M FROM, EVERY HOUSE IS A HOUSE WITH AN OBSTRUCTED VIEW

my palms. In my left, You are the bridge. In my right, You are the dust.

GOD STOPS BY to show me how healthy He’s been.

me.