stitched-together unhemmed patches of galaxy
cities of sequins and stars embroidered onto black net
glittery constellations of apartment blocks and suburbs, tinsel-strung on the red-bright highway
and i watch from my window on a spacecraft flying just below the atmosphere, sandwiched by starstuff
coming from the universe above, i watch the universe below, solid ground an illusion in every direction
floating through the night, shaken by thunder and lit up by lightning
two silken skies, two light-studded seas, above and below and as far as i can see
flying between the seams of two of my worlds, i sew them together with every flight i take
tying myself to my future and past, tying myself to you
YOU ARE READING
ad astra per aspera
Poetrymelting planets drip onto my tongue, dying it bronze and blue. for weeks, my words come out poetry-flavored. so I lick the page and see which way the ink bleeds, into the paper or into my mind.
