THIS infatuate, like,
part of me
is you
and in pursuit
of fuel
Im AFlame
aborning
absolution
ABlaze within
concentric rings aflame—aside
you sun
I aclastic moon
just beyond view
at the seam of our horizon
present
manifest
invisible orbit
spinning constant
chasing your pull, im drawn—
ink from well destined to taint the sky
darkness, beyond, beauty, i want you TO SEE what lays beyond the flighty vaporeal clouds…
-Me.
