We are…

I think we are constellations
Swarmed against the universe’s will


…stars whose words vein its true existence.
We are light-lines whose languages are the dreams of a thousand worlds.
I think we are rebels enough
…who form the wooing black hole of all that live:
To think then, that we are the raging lights
Years (light years) apart but tolled in oneness to a voice
I think we are a human feat of candle-stick happiness


I think we are edicts
‘Satiring’ the laws of conformity to laced bangles
that name the slaves whose masters have damned their birth of the zenith


I think we are love
But only love, is too little a word to comprehend our worth.
I think we die, every century’s wit
Living in the dreams of other volts of stars.
I think we dare nothing but life itself and prove that within our dying plagues
We ignite the folds of thousands of dungeon cries.


We are prison
we shine
But more than knowing, we think
But I think we think…too much….


poet  – tundewrites
photo-credit – wearecqg

9 thoughts on “We are…

    1. The stanza tells a story of resilience. Sometimes, we do what people would refer to as impossible or unjust…but we do them. ‘We’ don’t regard certain laws, catch my drift?


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