supernovas in the skies

the fade-away dreams of the summer fell into our sunken cavities. we pressed our faces against the drivng forces that overwhelmed us to walk these streets each passing night. in the swift fusion of lights, shapes, and colors, the sky began to melt like swirling colored waxes. my eyes slid back, and my pupils dialated until they were swollen byproducts of miniature supernova explosions in the sky. they blasted and beat down upon my skin. my gentle skin shone in the hairline coherence of the moment. what obstacles i saw were nearly visions in my lobes. i strung together thoughts on the string theory. the mirrors fade away, and what we are seeing is twenty-six adjoining worlds. they spill like swallowed milk unto the spacious bubbles of stomaches. into these worlds, our summmertime skies melt like the rainbows of swirling wax. the sun rises high and sees all before his heated touch begins to melt the day away. all that is begins to retreat until all that we've seen is black. swallowed by a hole as prolific as Doris Day. As we begin to understand where we are, and what is, we hold our beating hearts to our ears as we hear the birth of a brand new star. my gaping, shaking pupils fall into my eye-sockets like fading holes.