can i really
pluck
my
future
from
a
sky
identical to itself ?
i both thrive and rot
in ancestors earthy shadow
maybe
its
not
my
dreams
i dream at night
and the possibilities
that begin there . . .
need a matte finish
no bling necessary
take the fake sparkle
from the lying stars
they promise nothing and everything
daft distances away
from
earths
blue
lidless lid
pic from slate.com
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