Lisa Mae II

The Earth
Was never going to rip itself from under you
Nor was the Air ever planning
To flee from your lungs

You weren’t waiting for the Universe
And all it’s never going to tell you 
To telegraph you
Were you?

What, just what more
Do you need your perfect eyes
Asymmetric emeralds
To see

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