I know about love and the amazing world that whirr itself whole
I know about the pain that hurt a soul
know how it feels to pick wild strawberries on a straw and happily dance to the sun’s holy nook
at the same time a wound wants to be healed in an embrace
be rocked to the place where everything starts over in a perpetual motion
like a cocoon behind it are stellar pounding hearts
in the pulsating light of a sphere.