Shortly Before I Return to Earth I Converse With The Cosmos

a poem

I am not sure where this piece of art came from. I think someone else on Substack posted it. If you know whose it is, please let me know. It’s AI-generated.

Shortly Before I Return to Earth 
I Converse With The Cosmos

Oh, invent me, please, as pretty,
let me come back
a breathtaking and gossamer thing,
let me walk into hushed rooms,
let me disappear into thin air.

Oh, make me backless like a party dress!
make me fluid like the water 
encasing my secret body
hurtling toward Earth
inside a padlocked star.

Oh, please, make me perfect in every aspect,
let them write me up in the annals of science,
the tomes of history, let me be the absolute
top of the who’s who among 
the always-thronging whoms. 

Oh! make me see-through like cellophane,
make me edible,
please make me delicious,
make me dessert and main course altogether, 
breakfast for dinner and lunches at midnight 
let the thought of me linger upon the world 
like God’s finger dimpling 
in the dough of a new planet.

Let them believe in me,
write letters to me 
sealed with beeswax, 
dedicate their poems to me, 
let them dip me when we dance,
let them slide with me 
forever sock-footed 
up and down the golden corridors.