koribowers

I want to feel the vibrations of the stars upon my lips;
The warm tingling of souls and atoms caught in an infinity dance.
I want to taste the spirit of the stars on my tongue;
A bittersweet likeness of the universal knowledge, condensed into chance.
I want to listen to the song of the stars;
A melodramatic orchestra melded with kisses of a bass whirlwind.

Our souls intermingle and unify;

The stars, so ancient and archaic, embrace my tender-footed fledgling soul.

A silver singularity of delirious decisions haunt the various visions of the night. 
Awake, aware, in awe 
In awe of the fractals of choice
In awe of perilous pathways that we all venture on.