as a kid I believed
I thought of the stars as high in a sky grown
from the ground up straight for a hundred years
in the eye-shaped pattern of sight I
with my spade-shoes dug slugging heaps in steps eighty-years
long like there was somewhere else to be or go but o this is it I'm
stuck in the awe of an out-of-focus centre and infinity that scares
me but is truly just a blurred hour glass fallen on its this side
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 1:27 AM UTC
as a kid I believed
I thought of the stars as high in a sky grown
from the ground up straight for a hundred years
in the eye-shaped pattern of sight I
with my spade-shoes dug slugging heaps in steps eighty-years
long like there was somewhere else to be or go but o this is it I'm
stuck in the awe of an out-of-focus centre and infinity that scares
me but is truly just a blurred hour glass fallen on its this side
