Cracked air

I long to see how space bends itself around everyone's will.

Witness the push and pull of all that is and shall.

The pillars of static and certainty crumbling for a moment.

An inverted understanding of perception.

To be seen by infinity itself.

And still know nothing.

And it grows into something.

Of every night tried in magic.

Accrued congregated captivated looks.

The proudest claims to thrones that never were.

An exhibition of whimsy, trickery and love.

I long to see how space bends itself around everyone's will.