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Nicholas Kirschner
Poems
Nov 2018
New Frontier
Tiny, does the sun go
Followed by the snow down
Ever as a shower in steam
Shallow, goes the systems
Out like a fire, rising
Sparks and they spread throughout the brain
Mythic, misting asteroids are crashing on the brakes
Swerving and you’re missing but you’re christ-like all the same
Glyphs are losing meaning on displays of melted grass
Gasses matronize a pattern, tanning on the mass
Squirming, does the chimp go
Crashing through the planet
Taking selfies with the blood and its core
Comment on my face
See, stressing for this weekend
Acting like you’ve been to space at all before
I would be an astronaut but who would beam me back
As it’s clearly known that Texas ain’t now on the map
Piling into a void, a horror seldom met
Practicing a breathing technique as it’s time for bed
Forward can we all go
Float and look away from
The past as none can spin themselves awise
Sky’s black in eye
And masking in between
A passing glance of our in-passing souls demise
Mourning what’s a bed of little matter accidents
Morning corks the breath in which we sigh its savageness
Storming takes the moon across our bodies limp orbit
Torrenting that morbid, now red heavenly orphan
The tears look dried
We exercise
Our broken, fated pioneer
This sense, this blear
We’ll all ascend
In death us surely owed a new frontier
Finished November 7, 2018
Written by
Nicholas Kirschner
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