possibility
jet-packing through a passionate milky way
one billion pungent light years away
if only my huge rumbling wings would obey
I'd strum my unloved lips--sour melodies
in fluffy augury asteroids
hazily spiraling out of control
to circular rooms where elliptical poetry style
is apocalyptic, is appreciated
because I thrive off superfluous gallery's
hold the lightning blasphemy
if you could be in their skin, would you change?
or do you own too much dignity
hugging pride for your peppermint burned body
~SumBlueSunshine
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Traveling Astronaut
ПоэзияPoetry I own none of the pictures used, only the poetry. 6/25/2021 #2 in spilled thoughts out of 199 stories 6/27/2021 #2 in thought-provoking out of 2.2k stories
