My spaceship has started up again
Momentum no longer drives me
I'm spinning back up to speed
Gravity building up around me
In my little kaleidoscope the world is crashing up and down and left and right around me
What's it like outside?
Every day north and south switch places
Bouncing off the walls figuring out
Where I'm going now
My feet are not on the ground
My head is far from the earthly comforts of clouds
In clouds of star stuff with asteroids as my next door neighbors
Just learning to be okay with losing my footing
In the pursuit of touching the sky
YOU ARE READING
ad astra per aspera
Poetrymelting planets drip onto my tongue, dying it bronze and blue. for weeks, my words come out poetry-flavored. so I lick the page and see which way the ink bleeds, into the paper or into my mind.
