A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
Breathing Exit
Simple thoughts
Fly into my mind like they are
Drawn to rotten meat
When we exit this space what becomes of the cosmic symmetry?
The cracked surface between mirror and air
And can we begin to manifest
An exile into being
-All night I stare at the insides of your eyelid
Keeping vigil for prayers unspoken
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