March 2012
2 posts
2 tags
crush me i
get smaller
every time
soon you’ll no
longer find
me
5 tags
i went up kept going
up past startled geese
up into cloud-damp air
& higher
saw the sky go blue-black
then black
saw sun & stars together
saw the sickle horizon
shrink to meet itself
then higher still
to the point where up ends
& becomes away
& paused there
between fleeing & falling
uncertain
