There lies a road in the emptiness of space.
If you set yourself free of this solar system,
abandon the recognizable light of our star,
and just float--
a million pathways will call to you.
There lies a road in the emptiness of space,
a multitude of gravity strings, tugging at my toes,
stars and black holes yearning after my heart.
Floating in the void, strings bind me to a tapestry
as vast as galaxies.
The daunting difference between eyes wide open and eyes closed, these pinprick lights cloud whatever passes for
arbitrary lines speckled by so many rising suns--
in the vastness, my close-up fingers devour thousands of worlds.
Every gravity road pulls me to a promise,
but in the emptiness of space
I’d rather pull a single thread than roam
across the lightyears:
Carry me, please,
Somewhere like home.