Tuesday, 29 January 2013

The Effect

She opened up a rift in me
and the universe poured out violently.

But that will one day heal over

leaving the faintest trace of a scar,

like a caesarean milky way

on the blackness of night.

So now I leave her, gone stray,

still a friend, walking off into new light.

I want my universe to trickle, too big to

birth whole: I too small, too fickle, too much skull.

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