By John Thomas Tuft

Please just save me from this darkness, said no star ever

It is we who decided that the universe needs pain

Make way, make way for infinity curling back around

If no two moments ever repeat why do we expect to stay the same?

Climbing aboard a wild comet to take a celestial ride

Catching the solar winds sailing through stark velvet ink

If spirits keep showing up and coming back around again

Are there only so many to come and go and back in a blink?

Is a wounded soul actually a wounded universe?

Do the hurts we inflict go on and on forever?

If most of space is nothingness that we cannot feel

Is the only true sense the touch when we are together?