Saturn Skyline

Out the window through the winding of the path
Betwixt the stones and twigs (what motive?) in shaggy grass
Each moment lost in probable particle patterns
Disjointed rings and all these celebrated things
Of mechanical motion - tied, we are bound
To be more than these compounds

I take back what I need for me
And within every fucking fallen leaf (to dance undone)
Is a right

Calloused by the heart
She's got curves like space-time

Were the window to open now
We'd be spread
Just melted butter under sun

I shake my fist at the forest
For it never knows the misery
That is everything in its vacancy


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It happened again. A quick, impulsive poem. First one written in Virginia!