Answers galore but
none that fit my cadence
Fragmentary focus of blinking eyes
I wake up a thousand times each night
I wish I was alive each time
Forgetful dreams full of insights while
traumatic nightmares fill my days
to only shake my momentary faith
and a shell that breaks
I drown
I’m under a wave
I’m up and I’m away
I levitate
I can smell the earth
I crash
I can burn the moon
I’m a walking contradiction
I’m the beginning but
only of my solar eclipse doom
[324] Seas of Space
Smoke words every day. 
18 responses to “[324] Seas of Space”
I feel I am being repetitive to say that I like your poems: you really have a true gift to express what I can only express in French as “les états d’âme”
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This means a lot Simone. The intention is to express les états d’âme and if i’m able to do that then it’s just great 🙂
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Hard!! Intense! Am just struck for a moment after reading …thank you for this wonderful piece.
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Thank you for reading Bhanu! 🖤
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wonderful !!’
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Thank you 😊
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Beyond amazing
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Thank you Ruchi 🙂
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I love your writing! It just inspires me.
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Aw thank you Sianne. I’m so glad it does 🙂
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Wow…. I felt that.
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Thank you. Glad you found it relatable 🙂 Hope you’re doing fine 🙂
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Lovely !
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Thank you Dakshali 🙂
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Good stuff. Burning the moon would be quite a feat.
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Won’t it right? Another sun at the end of the world maybe. Haha jk
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Haha.
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~you are a magical wordsmith~
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