I am as disconnected as the stars.
Expanding out of my body.
I cannot squeeze into this
Earth.
Or am I shrinking?
Folding
into that old suitcase of a
Purse, tucked away in some secret pouch.
I'm here. I'm here. I'm here.
A beautiful constellation
No one has named.
Neither arrow nor bow.
Feb 1, 2010
Feb 1, 2010 at 7:46 PM UTC
I am as disconnected as the stars.
Expanding out of my body.
I cannot squeeze into this
Earth.
Or am I shrinking?
Folding
into that old suitcase of a
Purse, tucked away in some secret pouch.
I'm here. I'm here. I'm here.
A beautiful constellation
No one has named.
Neither arrow nor bow.
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