Constellations And The Son Poem by Mark Gannon

Constellations And The Son



Bright stars in the air,
clustered things all around me,
arranged around me here and there,
arranged like a soul, free.
Out so far, like god's they sing,
in the backround the sound of water.
Away away they killed the king.
All around me is getting hotter.

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