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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