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