saturn

What if I say

I could see the rings of saturn with my bare eyes

Be alone in a room with Gods

while you run to your salvation and bribe

Have knives jarred in my skin while I walk the walk like stars are drifting by with breezes brushing off my hairs

What if I say

I could touch fire with my bare hands

Swallow all your ugly anger words and turn them into muse for skies and angels

Bleed and lead and cry and dance at the same time

Map out your nowheres to be my somewheres

Better than somewheres

What if I say

I could see the saturn

like it's standing next to me in the loneliest street of my life

Two ghosts of universe watching, and murmuring 

Have life always been this easy, or have we become better with leaving things behind.