There are these spots on my ceiling.
Plainly speaking, they are
off-white patches where
the heads of nails were
mudded over, but not well sanded.
I opt to see them as
push-pins squashed when spat
on monochrome maps
to point me dippered ways outre-ward.
Their gap-tooth patterns micro-mimicking
constellations hap
my eyes to hazard
hopping through new belt hoops.
Then passed by barely habited worlds,
I wheel round orbits
molecularly
chained to collide, next time.
My neighbor's heavy steps fade out.
Feb 18, 2010
Feb 18, 2010 at 7:29 AM UTC
There are these spots on my ceiling.
Plainly speaking, they are
off-white patches where
the heads of nails were
mudded over, but not well sanded.
I opt to see them as
push-pins squashed when spat
on monochrome maps
to point me dippered ways outre-ward.
Their gap-tooth patterns micro-mimicking
constellations hap
my eyes to hazard
hopping through new belt hoops.
Then passed by barely habited worlds,
I wheel round orbits
molecularly
chained to collide, next time.
My neighbor's heavy steps fade out.
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