Nebula
Curved and coiled
in a holy matrimony unexpectedness
cut out of a blue and reddish steam
esteem rises
plugged into the play
of our space begotten time
after time will pass us down
Curved by gravity
of your darting gaze
made are the clouds
where the sun comes up
and keeps us blind
So we talk the walk
in the heightened spirals
spirit’s tail’s game
Echoes in yet another pattern
bent unbroken, kept tight
like a daze in a haze flow
are the speechless crowds
within us
Beyond a single word’s reach
to cut the length between
and bleach the page
within
to teach us in
on how to redeem our esteem
out of this thickening cloud
solidifying tar
and the petty gravity of its sticky habits
shedded skins
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