Friday, April 19, 2013

19 - Cosmos (Writing About an Image)

This world is so small
a tree
and we are the fruit

The moon is so close,
we can taste it

or we want to

the grass cool beneath
our feet as we reach
space even colder
our lungs, but intoxicating

we don't want to go

the beauty
is too much to leave behind

spiraling headlong

into darkness

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