Window Seat

Here in 23D
Cloud cover topography
Water and vespers in expanse
Make clear
The gas/liquid similarities
And I ponder absently
How much the cold
Would burn and bite
As I plummet from this height
And why is it
That in the face of all this vastness
All I can do is obsess
Over my smallness
In contrast
My selfish and ineludible
Suicide impulse


About Moly

Average, boring, self-involved human. Twitter: @CultOfCocktails Facebook:
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