You have galaxies inside your ribcage;
a sternum of shooting stars.
The cosmos bursts forth from your diaphragm-
the milky way pouring from your pelvic bone.
Orbs, spheres, dust and nebulae,
scatter in your orbiting wake.
The universe flows within you;
all of creation is born of your celestial body.
Even gravity shall be no law for you.
beautiful beautiful beautiful !