napping in between a planet and the void
never strikes us as uncanny, but rather; glances
off the blind spot of our soul's eye
merely a shimmer of awe
in a doldrum.
a pinch of ghost in the holy mess.
the wide hips
of the moon
in a box.
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 4:48 AM UTC
napping in between a planet and the void
never strikes us as uncanny, but rather; glances
off the blind spot of our soul's eye
merely a shimmer of awe
in a doldrum.
a pinch of ghost in the holy mess.
the wide hips
of the moon
in a box.
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