meteors.

  • what if you stopped a while
  • and felt
  • really felt
  • what you are being for
  • what if instead of fitting a box
  • you emit paraphenaelic agenda

    stardust

    speaking in rhythms

    tickles

    whispers

    aches and

    sanskrit keys

    god like fingertips

    dripping navels

    of ecstasy or remorse

    clismic homes welcome

    a safety space

    from human sharks

    trafficking

    hurrying small fish

    and

    all you worked for

    what if her cry

    really a laugh

    is cosmic waves

    meteorite showers

    from poles

    weaving human fleshlines

    silking

    ” deliver me ”

    what if the invitation
    is right beside you now.

  • what if….

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