I just need a minute to come back to this..

We are terrestrial survivors, placed complacent in the harboring mists,
Caught broken, stuck on staircase railways,
Like steam engines in the era of horse trails, bellowing black smoke,
Feeling the rumble of horseshoes named faith, bouncing off of cracked grounds, Scattered around lay laden spikes, crucifixion of nature,
Just footsteps traceable through our keen senses,
Leading us away from the mar of yesterdays regrets,
Into the dust clouds of our beginnings, we came into this life like crashing meteorites, Our ass’ on fire and our noses hardened,
Rocking the fuck out to the countdown of carter face matting,
Devastation in ash covered paintings,
We were brutally beautiful as we tripped into a more permanent home,
We will become tourist attractions in the middle of the desert,
Black backed highway signs,
Waiting for the chance for someone to literally come into this, us,
Waiting patiently for a just retribution, the irony that we have left in our wake,
Scars on a planet like an art show for the stars of our origins to admire,
Tombstone epiphanies will read, “Here lies the tail end of dreams set ablaze”
Euphoria ceasing, there were wishes counting on us,
Counted on oxygen, like carbon atmospheres,
Rubbing friction with nitrogen and becoming gods,
No one saw us coming, but everyone knew when we had arrived,
And no matter the element this world may throw at us, we will always be here,
Just erasers exasperatingly rubbing against ink spots…Rorschach tests,
We have become open to interpretation,
We have become apart of this life,
There was a time that I believed in god,
When we were sailing, aimlessly, through the universe,
No concept of death, no concept of expectations,
When we slid past close calls,
Like it was our nature to do so, when we were infinite,
Catching glimpses of eyes shaped out of black holes,
Before that little pale blue dot emerged out of the horizon,
Before we knew we couldn’t avoid this collision with fate,
Staggered dancing,
Tug of war waged on opposing forces,
Our love wasn’t strong enough to overcome gravity, as we learned,
All things fall no matter how well they orbit each other.



Winston Salem, United States

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