RelativityA Poem by Moonie
O bright nebulae in
this shroom box of darkness, weaved by wicked Gods that waft wastefully and consume everything created. Here we stand, reduced to our coffee cup caricatures, husks of the men we were once, stranded on Escher-esque stairs, under bitter ozone aromas of lightenings to come. Here on this solitary rock, like the last two peas in the pod, we stand minutes from our doom, so utterly, and uselessly in love. © 2023 MoonieAuthor's Note
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