I lay down prostrate
Sand in my teeth and awe-drowned
Cleansed by today’s truth
Somebody tell that man there are only so many starlit nights we’re allowed, that the sands of time won’t stop collecting around my ankles, that I’m beginning to believe that Stardust is my maiden-voyage name, and that surely I will soon sink in this sea….
I, without words, left
Gloriously in the dark
Always and by you
Each, our one desire
A meteorite crater
The footsteps of us
Information feigned
Captivated, I ask, “Why?”
Then set out to know
Never allowed to know you
To say, “welcome,” or, “nice to meet you”
Always an outcast, a fraud, an impostor
It was you who stole my hat
It was you who called me yellow
Faceless interface
Perpetuates nothingness
Robs us of our souls
Thank you for this window now,
Of thin and vintage time.
The safehouse to set a spell,
The anchored birch, my lean-to.
That I’d be reminded
In these gusty days
There is still
The reaching skyward
And strength to see it.
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