I want
a many great
deal of things
in life:
the sun,
the moon,
the stars,
the summit of
a mountain
still unmapped
the trench
of an ocean
no one's dared
descending to yet
the seat in the heavens—
or just you
but if I can't still have it
the stars will do
just fine
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Albeit flawed,
PoesiaI was basking under the sun-the waves muffle the sound of my breathing; and I bury myself with cautionary confidence in the sand and with it the memory of your four faces. How can something lethal be life-restorative?
