space invasion

One year, it’s grown
Twelve months, two poles
Push-pull, overdose
Jump-fall, eyes closed
What will I do if it never came close
What will proceed if on its sleep I let it choke
I guess we’ll never know
The stars align, the river broke
The heavens played us both
Like old songs
Violins
Piano
Soulful folk
I was broke
Until your ring spoke
Endless
Speechless
Eyes misty
Egg yolks
Pan fried
Fork poked
Stale still
From what absence
Had evoked
Now
With a hand in my torso
Full of hope
Push me brave
I will wish you woke
My final stroke
Slow motioned
Provoked
By stars and shards
Of autumn’s cloak
Dance solo
Roll, drink, coke
A fort of knitwear bespoke
Silly, small
Our smiling eyes
Full of jokes
We laugh and move
We sleep, we cope
Absence revoked

Zoom in
Zoom out
Poke poke poke
Gunshot to the heads
So high
They didn’t croak

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