west of north: I (arrow)

in my mind
the stars run
west of north

scattered
yet
aligned

I see them
as an arrow
pointing me

the universe

and
I can fly

~

there is light
waiting
at the end
of all dark spaces

a destination
if we know
or if
we just travel

end
is end
and
there
is there
and
I am here

relatively speaking

I
am all of those

~

beyond the stars
are there yet more
stars

at what point
beyond

at what point
behind me

my dance
twirls
and swirls
me
between
and on
toward

~

the cosmic air
the dust
of fusion

I inhale
deeply

assume a glow

become the light

align myself
approximately
to the west
of north

against
the deep
of night

an arrow pointing

to the universe
I
fly

~