When I looked back, you were a golden scarab beetle.

After sailing into the Ocean of Storms,
You crumpled me up and tossed me down the black limestone hallway
Toward the center of the universe.

Tense rationality follwed
As I fell across the star-filled minefield
You're just one person I told myself,
Explosions blooming like hydrangeas around me.

You were waiting when I arrived,
Ten thousand voices which drowned me in the mud puddle, a cigarette butt.