Above Somebody's Head

(working on the crown)

the reference point
that I come to for my self
is now a bit further out

out at the galactic center
where orgasms play like little children
dancing in yellow dress all in a circle
kicking their feet because they can

its hard to contract
my reference point
back into a single "I"
for the one in my forehead
senses others wise
and reminds me of something
futuristic and clean
something less dense
something I've never seen

when I refer to my body now
its so much more
and all because this reach within
has opened a door