Everysecondidriftclosertotheendtothe e d g e-
The universe
The galaxy
The stars
The moon
This, the mortals’ choir
slicker than the siren’s song
for eternities of voices are
singing, all at once
Beckon! Beckon!
an orchestra of dying worlds
Beautiful! Beautiful!
static in a silent haze
graze a finger
against the sun
and sing along,
f r e e
The universe
The galaxy
The stars
The moon
This, the mortals’ choir
slicker than the siren’s song
for eternities of voices are
singing, all at once
Beckon! Beckon!
an orchestra of dying worlds
Beautiful! Beautiful!
static in a silent haze
graze a finger
against the sun
and sing along,
f r e e
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Drift
Aug 31, 2017
I love how you visually played around with the concept of space, for me it tampered (in a great way) with how I read it, specifically the speed at which I did and how I imagined someone's tone might change as the amount of space did too.