Axis


Axis

A thin blue line of air
and we are here
soil, water, life
and us.
A whole constellation of lies.
Sunrise, violin, fireflies, and that shade of your sad eyelashes on my burnt dusks.
The calm mountains, the violet seas, the chiming stars - umbrage of this planet all piled up to hum one single tune of loss,
I am stardust, gleaming of you.

Either way it's predictable
at home and homelessness.
Some soft cushions to lean over
or dusty breathing in a murky night
I've spent all of them in a rush,
moments both charcoal and amber leapt into fire and died.

In an unpredictable planet of ashes and air
I roam, between you and my home.

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