on this sunniest of days,
It was a gas
it was all that,,,,
I’m floating astray
on this sunniest of days,
it was none other than
a cataclysmic blast
A melancholic baby star
So fresh so far so deep
so black with tar
I blew the horn
and scared the hart
it left a scar and halted
physicality’s
bottomless
fall…
Yet
How can my lot be to not
keep measuring the immeasurable?
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