outbursts of crumpled-up solar lights

I enjoy the ramble of stars against my chaos

hey, if it's already loud,

why not make it louder

why not cause an E x p l o s i o n

between me and the sun

there is always room for a blazing orange

and maroon, copper-filled outbursts,

so in fireworks, color this canvas skin

in flames, paint my tarred soul in crimson and burgundy hues

this chaos of mine

is permanently sewn into these veins, into these fingertips

it is written within my deepest structure,

just because its too far away too see the storms

within the Jupiter's heart with a mundane eye

it does not mean that it is not there,

The Great Red Spot still resides within this heart

on most days in slumber

but on others, growing

getting ready for an E x p l o s i o n