Guest post - a poem by Starpower called "Untitled."



Untitled - by Starpower

When I shut my eyes,

The darkness is flat.  

Not curved, or round,

Convex or concave;

Not orbiting my eyes like space does earth. 


And when I half shut them, 

My lights blur;

Forming stars I can't see -

Stars formed in my room 

just for me.


If there was a rift in time,

Would you come get me?

I'm not sure who I'm asking,

I thought I'd just check.

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