Poem: astral

6 inklings - saturday

these theories,
phosphorus myths of ours
we both crave and detest.
we are morning stars
we are the definition of alone
we are astray /
the definition of not ourselves
both lonely and –
not by one’s self
astral
we stare at the past
consistently /
vaccuums of pulsating light and dark
years separate us
across the event horizon
the possibilities of these
multiverses /
we are egos.

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