We are a vacuum of lonely specks An anti-matter universe of crooked frowns Sideways glances at empty stars Screaming radio static into the chasm We leap at each other, fly farther apart. Praying for a glancing blow A moment's glow of contact.
07/23/2011
Posted on 07/24/2011Copyright © 2024 Max Phineas
There is a lot of cosmic push and pull in this that I like, an intense condensation of human relations. Thank you.
