Star Charts — a poem about finding beauty in battle and faith in fate
Star Charts
Body aches—
psychotic breaks.
It's a damn shame
what they did to us.
Did we come down for this?
Did we chart it all
amongst the stars
and choose
this time
and place?
When we slip between the covers
and wake up in another dimension,
will all this chaos blend with heaven
and make the most flawless sense?
Will every scar
lead to someone else's victory?
The butterfly effect
is good enough reason for me
if it's rooted in meaningful destiny.
But I'd come back down
to this hell all over again
to save you from your pain.
May the grand plan
keep us hand-in-hand
through the lifetimes
and may they
be better
and better
and better still.
