Come Around Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

I stood by the crevasses
And witnessed the Moon fill the spaces
In between the fringes of life and death.
I watched my own self, a tatterdemalion child
Of hapless riddance, transcend into
The nothingness of dreams impaled
To the stars.

Do I belong here?
Is this a rhetoric?
The moon’s skin is impalpable,
Yet, I can feel my hands sink
Into something ethereal.
The trellis plunged into the abyss,
And all the lost souls squandered loosely
Onto the squalor of the Sun’s heavily made vestige.
I wish I could save them all.
I have been there,
And never again.
Come to me,
I am here.
I am around. My ubiquity and infinity
Mesh so well,
That I could never rouse myself
To damage you in any way.