my intentions
swirl
and
spill
from the table of sky
endless in the blackness
a void
a dance
I do all too well
I spy
a red giant
inglorious
expansion
from a massive
hot
wet dream
walking along the Seine
one wonders
as I wander
will I
burn
bright
as
Paris
lights
at
night
or
will
all my once
stellar notions
decompose
in this deep and dank
oubliette
“Burn as bright as Paris nights”
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Ooooh, I felt this one deeply! So glad you are on this journey with us!
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