Beneath the gates of heaven, the light is dim.
Buried in deep sin I sing to the angels.
I look for sympathy in the obscurity of dreams.
I suffocate idiopathic feelings as I have before.
Dying for the concord of my heart.
Possess my soul and fly me to the villa.
Black flags wide-awake stealing the night.
Guardian, show me the inescapable.
Free the flies from my mouth so I can speak.
I fight for blood though I bleed for peace.
I’m ready to find out what invincible is.
Body of my person is now a ghost of the sky.
This is official Project Astral poetry
– Raphael Baldaya