Place to Call Our Own
Vince Bell
on the edge of space/time,
on the edge of now,
clinging to a stone
on a planet near a star.
chemical reactions
bubbling in a tide pool.
barnacles of buildings,
like a civilization.
here inside my window
i can show you how,
you will...see how...it will...be.
you and me scavenging the galaxy
for a place to call our own.
careening like a pin ball
in the here and now.
out with the old.
in with the new.
my shadow laying lengthwise,
whispering to itself,
another endless sunset
without you.
here inside my window
look into my eyes,
you will...see how...it will...be.
you and me scavenging the galaxy
for a place to call our own.
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