A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
Centipede
Catwalk
Solid bone
A thin line of advancement where I know I won’t fall
As long as you’re watching me, but sometimes you’re busy, looking into
Your father’s eyes
Ocean blue stains on a white canvas, blinking more often than they see
Soul submerged,
You lift your head, cresting the rapids
And take that vile weapon in your hands
To earn another dollar
Another jot of admiration and self love
But it keeps you from crashing
Breathless into me
A tangle of frantic limbs is all I dream of, my only hope and the end of my ideology
There are thousands of legs and
I fold two of our hands in prayer
That someone will dream a bigger dream, turn one dollar alchemically into two and
Widen the window of sanctified tolerance
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