he saw
way too many
stars
he was
pooped

out. lounged.
at the base
of kelso.

surrounded by
the galaxy’s
glow.

drowning in
joy.
pre-moon-rise
warmth.

surrounded by
the side
of the
moon we
don’t see.

don’t know.

shining
and
rhyming
the third
eye vision.

surrounded by
the bunny
the funny
the muse
the goat
the guardian
the wolf
the preacher
the free
the peace
the leader

surrounded by
my
own
self.

a story

only
the stars
can tell.