Hope & Change Moon

O, cosmos

you swallow me

as if I don’t exist apart

O, intimate you

monarch butterfly

of blazing trillion suns

your time is not a candle, a seed or an arrow

O, cosmos

flowering now in fertile black

zero gravity compassion

original mother of this mysterium

O, cosmos!

please shower the poor with riches & peace

more than they know what to do with

for they suffer much