HOW WILL WE REACH

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into skies 

that are oceans of galaxies

that you can never reach

into nebulas and quasars

that radio telescopes can never capture

into constellations with a reverse set of physics

where you fall up and throw down

where the gravity pulls at your hair 

until they root themselves into the ground

where love pulls you away from 

the poetry boy who holds oceans in his eyes

and jazz in his soul

because you are so so so so so so so afraid

honey i am made of pain

pain

pain

pain pain pain

ppppainpainpainpainpainpain

p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-ppppppppppppain

of a world

where no one can ever reach

that is where i am, darling

- i'm so gone