i hope when the lights die out
our bodies are still rotating,
on access
with the deadly earth.
the world may purify itself,
and fires
will burn through this air.
we may choke on ourselves,
ghostly limbs hungry for what's not there.
when yr eyes move
to the secret corners,
ships will wreck.
every mermaid
will dream you up.
venus will move still,
slowly displaced,
our sacred centers
may disappear.
when i awake;
this fantasy revealed,
will i remember ?
the images of
strings moving
molecules,
and someone pounding
a chest into my heart.
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