breaking the skin
the planet is out
of alignment
a core moving faster
(spinning nowhere)
than a crust
sagging
under the weight
of six billion souls
then there's me
thirty-three years worth
of feeling
always
out of sync
closer everyday
skin to dust
somewhere within
my core
lies another
spinning nowhere
relentlessly moving
towards the rush
of blood and birth
of alignment
a core moving faster
(spinning nowhere)
than a crust
sagging
under the weight
of six billion souls
then there's me
thirty-three years worth
of feeling
always
out of sync
closer everyday
skin to dust
somewhere within
my core
lies another
spinning nowhere
relentlessly moving
towards the rush
of blood and birth
posted by Melissa at 2:47 PM
1 Comments:
Nice structure: earth...mother...child.
Mother as center, albeit self-admitted shaky center.
Child will become world to birth another (if daughter)?
What about if son? World begatting world...hmm.
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