‘Blue Sky in the Midnight, 2015’ by Artist Yayoi Kusama

Wading 

Through a sea of gushing moss and glitter algae 
Sticking to luscious goosepimple skin freshly wetted 
Flesh dumped out into an ocean of touchy frothy bead 
Churning together as little bits of microscopic self 
Float within a muddled aquarium of opalescent eyelid screens 

I Am Waiting 

Infinity starts in the Eczema of an unknown skylight 
Bumping on the flesh of dark matter left shadowed from abjugation 
It relishes in the anonymity that is bred with a brushing fingertip 
The jealous copulation of an anemone’s polyp flow 
That is a corporeal stretch towards some point-zero horizon. 

Walking 

Away from any sort of starlight knowing 
From the earthly constitutions of mind-over-matter-over-self 
Humanity needn’t understand the mysteries that lie beyond Phobos 
They Needn’t Worry 
For the nothing-nowhere liberation that comes with aquamarine 

Is Space Dust, 

Still left undiscovered 
And to You 
Still fresh with the possibility 
That comes with the lustful prospect 
Of an Eternity painted Blue.

-Jorge Biaggi, ’23