at the very end of our world
there is a strong, old tree with a rope swing
put there so you can take a bigger leap
over the edge into the emptiness
and go deeper into the black abyss of space
so you can get more star dust in your hair
more, at least, than if you'd just jumped
straight off the edge without the swing
2 comments:
Good stuff! I like this a lot.
Now that I think of it, this poem kind of reminds me of this: http://elsewhereindreams.com/wordpress/unsound/
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