Resurrection Poem by Miss Unknown Empty

I'm trying to get next to myself,
To match up the center of my soul
with the center of just one star
to extend my arms and legs with four points
and my head with the one reaching for infinity...
But I knew others like that
who became pinned to the sky/white stakes through their
navels/squirming in an abandoned universe/blinding them by
distant lights/spinning and spinning into meaningless
masses of heat!
But it will be different this time...
Malcolm, Marcus, and Martin
It will be different...
Trane, Billie, and Bobbie
It will be...
Richard, and Langston
Because we are
And the Universe will be lighted by a
florescent sign,
'Under New Management'