Glitter rains down, frosting my home,
but only when the earthquake arrives
Shake my world
Turn it upside down
until I fall up into the sky
Until I splatter on the concave sphere
I see through it,
but the next galaxy is untouchable
So I rest my cheek upon the glass
wishing for a hammer to shatter these oxygen walls
For I have no destination past this constellation
because these glossy glass gates are a barrier
with hands keeping me separated from progression
secluded in an orb
As I lay in the glitter that is a blanket upon my back
my home is flipped and I float to the ground
waiting for the next earthquake to shake
until what is lost is found.
Nov 26, 2011
Nov 26, 2011 at 5:36 PM UTC
Glitter rains down, frosting my home,
but only when the earthquake arrives
Shake my world
Turn it upside down
until I fall up into the sky
Until I splatter on the concave sphere
I see through it,
but the next galaxy is untouchable
So I rest my cheek upon the glass
wishing for a hammer to shatter these oxygen walls
For I have no destination past this constellation
because these glossy glass gates are a barrier
with hands keeping me separated from progression
secluded in an orb
As I lay in the glitter that is a blanket upon my back
my home is flipped and I float to the ground
waiting for the next earthquake to shake
until what is lost is found.
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