The 5th dimension

someone wrote, we are star dust, we are golden

sang about a new age dawning

I’m okay with that, but not in the twinkle, twinkle kinda way

I imagine mad, Van Gogh pinwheel galaxies colliding

dying stars gone super nova disappear into black holes

reappear as new beginnings over and over again

imploding and exploding, we collide into one another

mystic crystal revelation, let the sun shine in

3-25-24