Ha
Were a word
and a stare
apart from sky
terrifyingly new,
different,
strange happenstance;
if I were to fly
and catch my
rings they're heavier
and pass me by
no
wait
don't pass me by
long for a place
a leaf on a frond on a tree on this
fragile,
fragile earth
I wait
longer
than I
should have
to know
ever
knowing why
if ink were words
my tears
mayn't stain the
pages my words
may sear the faces
lashes on a shining
sphere,
it was quick,
it was much too quick
shoes, high-heeled,
and they tell a world of a story
slice of cake (is life too perfect?),
red pens bled
slowly, read me, read my
longing
I want a sky
I wish a star
woven from truths
and a tight schedule
I pray
though God may
or mayn't exist,
I don't know but
the eraser,
it's far nearer
than my pencil's graphite slowly
spreads,
and a calculator
can only go so far; but to say
and to flip a page
and the words
create images
which save lives,
inspiration from a
dream,
a block, plain white,
hollow
yet solid, the
screaming
never ceases
what mutation
has caused this earth t crumble
alas the cruelty
Columbus' sails
but they never
pondered the
truth, you know,
only the future
resides
but their minds,
weak,
they can cast
no spells, they are
but a

scar

on this earth.