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Spaghetti knots

clocked out, or to take down space

heavy with emptiness

and the light of the sun

i have burned your shadow

between the breathes of my fingers

trying to grab the still spinning

rings of saturn

or at least

those pieces unfinished

where life could be

beyond the small here

where you have left

me with all the

time i saved

so as to

spend it all on you

 

time to brush your hair from your face

time to get closer in yet another winter

time to be late for a wedding where we will

agree among the chattering glass

that marriage is a prison

while our hands hold on to one another

for each meal

where my stomach finds new ways to disembody tomorrow

for each dance

where my feet mistake the beat for a pulse

for each divorce of the night sending

people away to warm homes and cold beds

that never quite shape into the form of dreams

 

because the day breaks before they do

because the space protects the stars

because there is so much unknown still

you tell me

two days before

i learned that if there was life

on other planets

i would feel so sorry

for it

 

my palms reach out

to the sky again

but i only hear the plants grow

the crying children born twenty years from now

the silence of those who will kill themselves forty three years from then

on a night like tonight

a day like today

and a tomorrow unlike any other

that has happened yet

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About kacperniburski

I am searching for something in between the letters.

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