Sunday, February 16, 2025

Orbits

Atop the wires
My orbits aimed at the disk
Heats me to soft death

Haze be scattering
Like the clouds I spray over
Disk cradles gently

At last be asleep
I ride out to who knows when
Passed by with smiles
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