…
is this dark sky. The way
it folds us, holds us down,
spills us loose like shattered
stars.
is our own dark hearts. The fray
of their edges that say we cannot
stay. The roots that know we
cannot go.
..
…
is this dark sky. The way
it folds us, holds us down,
spills us loose like shattered
stars.
is our own dark hearts. The fray
of their edges that say we cannot
stay. The roots that know we
cannot go.
..
…is fear itself