Propulsion

Prisms or palaces
the star-kissed view
pulls then propels
my vision forward.

I never write like this
lovesick
heart wrecked
dimmed from
then through
tunnels soaked
In this a prison
of no One’s making
I sit star-kissed
I hope in your view.

Propulsion

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