• Vol. 06
  • Chapter 05
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All the low poisons

Aspiring ever to the unknown,
To the blank spaces,
Seduced by siren songs
Of stars and dreaming,
We float above the baby blue
Of reason,
Raised thus upon eons of hope
And meaning.

But there is gravity still,
Sufficient at least to tilt
Our fragile axis earthward,
Our higher will therefore denied
By all the low poisons
We thought we'd left behind.