The Lucky Ones

Spinning circles of words

Tunnel toward the gates of light.

Living, breathing thoughts

That break when practiced.

The body pursues

What the soul knows how to do–

Swooshing through the universe;

Believing it a personality; willing worship;

Existing transformational among the stars.

The lucky ones have

No one there beside them.

The lucky ones have

Extremely loose halos.

I internalize the white noise

While staring at the stars with dampening eyes,

Distracted by your sexual response,

Drawing the words out

In flashes.

 

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