Ghost of Earth ©

Ultraempathy

March 31, 2017 Poems, Word, Writing

You know me
well enough
to know that
I haven’t been
wishing for an exit
on high,

especially now
as things
seem on the up

but I know
just as well

that if this thing
dipped
in a hiccup of sorts
you’d be
proud hand high;
captains salute,

eyeing me off

to
a million
secret moons.

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