Aura

turbulence inside mecannot absorbbrilliance of halosSun, Moon and planetswink in sarcasmcondescendinglyat my hollownessmy woeful inadequacy diffused formsof the same energycirculate around mein varied intensityto become an auraof changeable colors I dreamI meditateI evaporateinto outer spaceto gather myselfbecome a haloonce againaround Sun or Moonit doesn’t matterif they don’t recognize me Moonwashed Weekly Prompt