What Could Move The Sun
A flare up for help—
Waving to Earth. Says: what
Could make an orbit
Go so cold?
The deep shine
Coughs in motion,
From its lust where
Its being gets caught in the way—
I say...
Burn, Stygian, burn:
When your own burn is low, I push
Its walls— (and let go) into this raw black hole.
Copyright © Paige Hind | Year Posted 2023
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