MOVING CONSTELLATION
They look to the sky
and immediately, through the dusty fragments
within darkness,
they are able to make out a prosperous line
drawing itself through the fragments as a signal of life
The line is a signal of possibility
Each fragment is an indication of existence
The line forges its way,
reshaping itself through them
embodying the color of each fragment
They respond to its etched travel
as clustered shimmers of light
gleaming, uncontrollably
Hope holds space for the neglected areas
May I survive my own resistance
May I survive the way I see myself
May I survive all creative blocks
May I survive the truths of this world
May I survive this performance
Each fragment,
each star forms
a moving constellation,
unaware of what vibrant and vast a sea they make
May I survive labels
May I do more than survive
May I break labels
May I never stop playing
May I create what I want to see