all that you ever wanted to see printed across the faces of stars like postage stamps Write letters to the universe and back
and walk outside every once in a while just to hear the applause of leaves
smell the clouds and their glorious so tickled whites like eggs laugh because you’ve never seen a silver lining, only so daubs of pink like bacon. Make this your breakfast, waking up
to the birds tracing black arrows across the sky watch this through eyes like telescope lenses
and wonder at wonder, and please let happiness please you and thank you is a nice thing to say every once in a while.