Tuesday, April 27, 2021

Our Pod, Dad

Infinities like tentacles
reach out from gaping maw
'gainst eardrum beats of oil and air
the polyspheric friction roars
the gasp of vertigo descends
as you look back at your hold
To freeze, to die, to plummet down?
no.
Life!
To piggyback evermore.
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