Everyone's caught on
humans try to
play god
who doesn't exist
Who needs heavenly
voices
when you can get a
text message
from yourself
the day after you dropped
acid
that reads,
"cherish these moments
be happy as a component
in a world made of
patterns"
Maybe when I die
they'll jettison my body
out past Saturn
so I can escape from
this atmosphere
of looming endings
and juvenile fears
I believe in the cosmos
where no one has
a throne
or a bigger house to
not call a home
out in the asteroids
wealth doesn't matter
neither does gender
or whose abs are flatter
I hope when
I'm drifting
that my spirit doesn't shatter
like the plates I dropped
staring in the mirror
Seeing myself
through the eyes
of someone who loves me
my fingers dusty
from the space debris
created by my
body
Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 3:12 AM UTC
Everyone's caught on
humans try to
play god
who doesn't exist
Who needs heavenly
voices
when you can get a
text message
from yourself
the day after you dropped
acid
that reads,
"cherish these moments
be happy as a component
in a world made of
patterns"
Maybe when I die
they'll jettison my body
out past Saturn
so I can escape from
this atmosphere
of looming endings
and juvenile fears
I believe in the cosmos
where no one has
a throne
or a bigger house to
not call a home
out in the asteroids
wealth doesn't matter
neither does gender
or whose abs are flatter
I hope when
I'm drifting
that my spirit doesn't shatter
like the plates I dropped
staring in the mirror
Seeing myself
through the eyes
of someone who loves me
my fingers dusty
from the space debris
created by my
body
Daniel Magner 2014
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