Stakeholders

you look into space to look into your own mind, dark, boundless, mysterious and so full of energy they sparkle you are the alter ego of the universes, stakeholders of a destiny the puppeteers - they hold out like stars, burning bright, and charge up the skies of existence the speaker in the physique is born of a space in time the heavenly bodies line up to send him off to take up one beautiful role in their well bound creation usually he ends up awed by his own frame - an astral diamond carved by the thousand and one universes so huge that he feels trapped and has to learn how to fit himself into the jigsaw puzzle scattered all round him as he speaks, the others throw doubts at him like stones stoic, cold, and hard as he speaks, you could hear his heart beat, as he speaks, you could feel the earth shake in the intensity of his disorientation of the stakeholders in his frame, his designated role, the universes that make him up, and why they are always a veil of darkness, quiet and perplexing the astrologist has to pack his chart to help him walk the planets and stars he and his other selves feel like eons apart the eyes look at the ears and nose and wonder about the stakeholders responsible for the rendezvous he ends up bowing to all the universes his brain, his mind, his senses all the fun and surprises they put him into, body, soul and all especially the stakeholder who on occasions would take him on a tour of a dreamscape filled with blackholes, universe within universe, the milky ways and how they always converse with each other - through him