Distant Stars


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.

we’re still

Written for Poetic Asides

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1 Response to Distant Stars

  1. qbit says:

    I want to be deemed worthy of my carbon!

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