we spread into stars like amateur mariners,
exploring the infinite cosmic sea
we drown deep down into the unknown,
and we remain there
useless, incapable
and alone.
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𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐘
Poetryi look at the white bells hanging off green shanks - they are perfumed with death.
bodies of water terrify me
we spread into stars like amateur mariners,
exploring the infinite cosmic sea
we drown deep down into the unknown,
and we remain there
useless, incapable
and alone.
