consonantberry

Spacewalk

In Poetry on April 1, 2012 at 7:41 am

The vertical city precipice of space;
The heights of no longer falling;
The curve of the earth in black
On the convex, blue on the concave;
Whites in the eyes showing large
Around an iris of lost perspective;
Spins on a null point
Of blue-black sickness
And voided awe.

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