I've felt pretty articulate lately. I'll write really good sentences, then I can never finish them.
planets
we planets in orbit, drift in and out of chaos,
pushed by gravity to be pulled by our fatalism.
we sway and spin until our celestial bodies supernova.
and yet the entropy continues...
we are born of our combustion, our ash, our glow.
words
you eat my words until you're fat with their meaning.
their recipe: phonics, syntax... but this is all semantics.
get skinny, get famous, get married;
get pregnant, get old, get buried.
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