Feb 2011
Floating
away
from this
tiny world,
we let go
of
everything--
and rise,
newborn constellations
in each others
skies.
away
from this
tiny world,
we let go
of
everything--
and rise,
newborn constellations
in each others
skies.
"Since We Fired God" morphed into this poem-- we were lying there on a summer night in the grass, looking at the stars, and then--
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