Writings by Jude: He is the Universe

He has an ancient flow of artwork about his flesh that outlines my every dream. A universe of stars scattered about his shoulders as he is the universe of this dream that exist in my dreams of this reality. He is my existence as his essence has entrapped my soul into the void of this universe that is scattered like a map about his shoulders. He is the universe. He is the stars that trace the outline of the sky. He is.