Staring at Orion from the roof
Is the closest to god I come
Mooncalf muttering into night's soft chest
Not once looking down at the sea below
I prefer that ocean of stars instead
Unlike Icarus I am pulled from the water
Stitching my bones together anew
Restringing joints, carving a new face of stone
Dashed upon rocks and yet returned
I stare down at cold pavement
While the Hunter watches from on high
And with those eyes as witness
I snuff my light
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Poetics and Musings
PoetryJust a place to keep some original poetry. Feel free to leave feedback, I always am looking for it
