Comet's Tail
I am a comet's tail
swaying, blazing.
Being alive, consciousness is the hard fireball
slicing before me.
I am holding
fishtailing in the light
arcing, arcing, arcing in the wake of existence.
swaying, blazing.
Being alive, consciousness is the hard fireball
slicing before me.
I am holding
fishtailing in the light
arcing, arcing, arcing in the wake of existence.
posted by cooljuice at
10:13 AM
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nice
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