Thursday, March 29, 2018

Stellium

Times New Roman
Points her way
Plodding or plotting
It's never clear which
No doubt both
As with most things
Find the line where
Desired meets required
We're all walking that
Thin blade
Even now awaiting
The eventual immolation
Brisé chassé
In turnout gear
Pirouette evasion
Of supernova
Spinning or slipping
I am eviscerated
Bowels collapsing
Into singularity
Can it be delicate
This endless gravity
Exquisite tension
She falls back into orbit
Baptizing fire with flood
Begin again
Tango
Jitterbug
Disco
All we know
Is she brings a heavy heart
And I bring the steel toes

©Amber Keating, 03.29.18

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