distant gone
beyond beyond
lost lost
(the worst shall be lost )
pebbles and sand
bangs and swishes
pebbles and sand
swishes and bangs
on the coffin lid
a speck of starlight
in the eyes of the dead
weighing no more
than an angel's soul
chokes me black
with a phthisic hand
i'm surfing asteroids
on a turtle’s back
riding a comet
if you love me
make it snow
4/05.16
This poem resonates for me.
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