A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
Jester
Your translucent skin reveals the ley lines
Of your bodily flow and
They move when you take your steps across the threshold
There was rain this morning, but it evaporated in the brisk sunlight
Of early night
Across from me, three pigeons peck at the rust native to the bicycle stand outside the apartment complex
I don’t know, where they are planning to fly after this
All I see is you, with no future, no lies and no hope
Just the singular truth of the moment
A starship stranded in the grass
Roaring for ascension
With a core as lacking as
The smile you carve across your crooked face
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