Nothing is Sacred

nothing is sacred

look above the clouds

the wind blows in the space between you and the distant stars

nothing is sacred… no one knows where it will go

the wind is silent until it touches you

you are part of the wind

the stars are in your brain

a black hole in your brain

nothing is sacred… no one knows how long

the sun is cold until it touches you

you are incandescent

you are the space between the notes

the distance is in your brain

you are part of the sun

nothing is sacred