The Land Between Solar Systems

...And I take time to reappraise
my new scars under an old sun
adaptations lending lies and truth to you
about who I am and where I'm from
constantly changing as it is consistently the same burning always
a grey haze atmosphere atop a cascading maze / psychedelia
green tea lights in the purple night mahogany wolves howling
shadows of the footprints we made
the fingertips across hips we traced
lips that solar flared with such self
similarity to the universe they embodied
I envisioned the heat intensely
intent on memorizing the verse
still wanting
but the color burn is slow / so slow
that when it rolls is pulls on me heavy
I was covered in 3rd degree from neck to toe
holy / traipsed the space of grass fires
laid to follow the downward spiral
my position may have changed
but it's still the same inside my brain
in my lungs / between my nerves under my skin
the evolution is ambient
so I keep tabs on the state that my vessel's in
and I take time to reappraise
the similarities between my sweat and the dew
adaptations about who I am and
where I'm from lent lies and truth to you
we will never gather all that
we need to know about one another
'til we can banish all time but the moment
when we can come together as immediate humans
creating immediate experience under visual atmospheres
when our lovers can become our friends
and our friends can become our lovers
when we can embrace one another as partners
conscious in that we can create
a community based upon ethical and
social values that pushes us to discover
how few barriers remain between what keeps
us on the ground / what allows us hover
where there are no walls just waterfalls
of movement niagaras of virtue and beauty
an understanding of the necessity of unified
concrescence / advanced appendages fingering the nexus
with a sense of wisdom / raw love harboring duty
so I keep tabs on what it means to be a student
what labs prove on the subject of universal influence
upon the internal thoughts I claim are individual and fluid
the artistry of mathematics born from superfluous congruence
the breadth of it all often is portrayed as confusive
but ain't none wrong in the confusion
as a matter of fact I weep in a humble sigh
at that I ain't finding what I'm looking for
all I know is the hurt not the source of my contusions
but I do my best to stay wide as a student
but still even in the rain and the running
the hurricanes and the pain and the study
I am not finding what I am looking for /
/ and so I take time to reappraise
my new scars under an old sun
find myself fascinated by the land between solar systems
the relationship between the stones and the throwers
the recipients and the victims
so I be the one with a rock in my hand and a hole in my head
cuz I am not finding what I am looking for and even if I did
the questions would remain eternal / so I ain't stress the quests
stay well dressed and hope for the best keep the snot off my shoes
and shoot for the moon / cuz it's all in the fucking sky
and I'm doing fine / I'm almost there
second star to the right and straight on 'til morning