Saint cosmo

Cosmo
Still a child who wants to cure and be cured
Lost in the Syrian desert
slowly ambling toward the broken village
where feverish diseases have eaten into the ancient walls

Cosmo joined hands with the children
sparks and energy poured off their wrists
a decade of good health
As they recovered Cosmo left
foot prints in the sand disappeared as he did

like he was never there
and would never come back.

That abundant patch

Down near the marsh patch
humid and pungent
low area of the garden
where the best greens grew

moving shapes could be seen from the high windows
Sun barely made it to the patch under the trees down there
some wild phantoms tending the crops
colors and smells fusing and merging
creating a glow that would attract and mystify

Sit at the top of the lawn and witness
winter doesn´t touch your garden
neighbors point stupefied
The codes of nature conversing with the supernatural

The grass kicks up around the raised beds

Contrasts of a multiverse

No real evidence you skipped worlds

only a few are open now to the meager psychic

each one brimming with peculiaraties

like detailed delicate sushi

There's no heavy fee to pay

to take a peek in each

like a shameless child

a front a candy store window

that timeless image

these timeless worlds

Heroes turn into villans

and villans into heroes

like life into death

death into life 

timeless states

The cosmos curious to know us

to feel our fuel exhausts in space

to spread our meager spirits across the stars

tom compliment the chrismas tree cluster

Time spends years convincing places into changing

they always obey creating another world

descriptions changing

the streets no longer familiar

A decade repeats inside a teardrop

replaying a million times

without an audience

reliving memories as worlds

bad ones into good and vice versa

earning a few cents from the universe