is as close as I
can get to a more
layered misunderstanding
of the world’s
mineral concupiscence
when I imagine souls stranded
on nearby planets
anxious to return
trying to remember
what is pleasure
this nest of rubies
which the sparrows
scatter freely on
the ground having
sucked off all the juice
1 comment:
a lovely mindfuck of a poem, looping an orbit into outer space and back. xo
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