Supernova
A single nebula staining
this expanse of forever,
stardust runs in my blood,
a cosmic heartbeat lost in time,
suspended in space,
a chilling embrace. A girl with
galaxy filled eyes
and milky way skin never to
free from sin,
asteroid temper and
moon cold grace.
A star stuck in parallax
closer than you think,
moving backwards
against the sky,
even Galileo had a hard
time guessing why. No
amount of observation
will reveal my ecliptic
plane. I’m following
my own sun.
Good luck escaping my
supernova.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world
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