The Earth’s old bones piled high in a heap,
I climb the skeleton’s mossy veneer,
And walk out on an outstretched finger, creep
Further to watch, slowly, the world appear.

Two vagabond eyes walk on starry skies
They trek along the heavens’ floor, lost in
Speckled veils spread the horizon clockwise,
Thin air trickles through empty lungs, again

They’re emptied at the sight of red on white,
Rising color riding on the fire,
A bleeding blanket drips globs of gold light
That shatter against frozen sapphire.

From this fulcrum I watch the unfolding
Utter calm and silently beholding.


About corkedbottle

Hello hello. I'm a guy that likes to write and is really good at not writing. I've never thought of myself as a good writer, but it's fun, and I'll never get better if I don't write more!
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