THE VOID

by March 25, 2018 0 comments

If my hand hadn’t trembled so
I’d not have
Let go of the moon.
Pluto and Mars
Wouldn’t be
Warring it up
And I, I needn’t be left
To conquer
One dismal room
With a fountain-pen,
Four off-white
Walls – and
My head aside
As paper-weight.

editors note:

Had it, just a moment ago… Paper-weight? Maybe doorstop to keep it open for the gods’ return. – mh clay

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