Weightless Amongst Perished Stars

When I Look into the mirror I see a desert in my face  How many dozens of times have I watched the earth dance around the sun  God or a void  Wait for me  Tree branches  Wrapped in flesh  Dried out  Lay and wait for the still, pale cold  What once carried desire has now rusted - corroded To trudge on as a frail husk of what once was yields no reward  I have a wasp’s nest encased in my skull  I’ll crack my head in the brick  And relieve the incessant buzzing  I dry heave hundreds They carry me to the sky  I am ready to be freed  I long to flail in the black  I am ready to be freed