My return to Orion 2
Return to Orion
My return too Orion,
on an endless promise with no "best before"
i reach out.
I chose the colors of transit, from the pallet supplied; Violet over blue, deep grey fuelled by a white hot destiny!
The rise then fall oh! how calm the now:
No conection between its clock and the dust of passing days.
I attempt to slake a thirst so grim ;
Split lipped, throat bare!
Skin so thin as a veil, as film!
As a bare body!
Floating amongst the tides of stars,
and celestial Ghosts.
Only the disolving clock is visable, obscuring time "invisible" !
On the rushing elemental sleigh, speeding through the gushing air, while burning fire brushes my lips, the water of tears cools the re-birth, held in a palm, its time to depart, a flight on a perpetual journey.
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