…
Struck,
we recruit that most madly moon
….(magnetic in her cloudy sway)
to deem us worthy of our carbon,
our base, our centers,
our side
-real longings.
She’s a powdered compact,
a mask we choose to pull
from sky with whip
-or-will invisibility,
a seek of strange,
the full range of night
jars calling.
Frozen,
we’re still
…..falling.
..
Written for Poetic Asides.
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I want to be deemed worthy of my carbon!