sabriel007

In the reflection, you
smile, upside down-
the way the world
feels - like that shirt,
which maybe shrunk in the wash,
but maybe you're expanding-
each atom drifting further apart, like
stars drift through the universe...

Maybe that's how to explain it all.

(You climb the snow mountain, and I
clap for your freedom, still yearning
for a black hole.)

We searched for pieces of sky
amongst the sage brush roots, the
patches of new snow, digging
for fossils, swimming here
ever so long ago.

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I found a piece of blue agate
shaped like Nevada, a piece
of the sky, with those fluffy clouds.
It feels like there's just nothing for miles,
except the sage brush, tangling you up
as if it were sea weed, and this still
the ocean, from eons ago,
and even before there were people,
there were worlds here.
You pick one up, deciding to take it home.