Monday, November 24, 2014

one week precisely

quickly as molecular structures
diffuse into something more

i was the planet
that is cold and stunning,

moved
as if a figure skater

circles are what i knew,
an around-journey

around blank space- ice
to smooth. it,

dark and punctured
with blind-white beams

my face rested

continuing to stalk.

"you are
the little sister
weightlessly

bearing no thing,
"

closer to the sun
the muses of zeus

watched over me
fearing where dreaming

would take me.

now on a boat.
it is wooden and splintered
pointed frame.

lay steady,

follow branches in the sky.
with them i am i,

time taking
reaching