Thursday, April 16, 2015
I had gone bankrupt during the lonesome night,
Birds talked to me about my running illnesses
Shining like the moonlit night that dissolved into seas.
I fled to natives over the edge of the galaxy,
And wrote winter-tales too many times so imploringly.
I saw the stars during this universe’s winter,
Seeing the invocations of the natural psalms
Made by authors who reside in the clusters.
My whole big bang objects to the philosophers
Who are ghastly in their speeds and velocities.
I have developed an ownership to wish me goodness,
These years are ending soon now that the years are greater
Than the rulers of the revolutions, who instruct the 1900s
And the whole many centuries, of course the realities
Have bitten our popular weights, fulfilling mass energies.
Topic(s) of this poem: lonely