because they look at the sky and they see earthly fascination
they see clinquant shades of pink and orange battle dull monotony
they see the moon peak out through indefinite rolling acclivities
glistening red and yellow lights from the buildings ahead of them; smiling at them, and them back at it
they see possibilities and exploration and spy wonder
they see beauty
but you look at the sky and you see a cosmic graveyard
you see stars; perished, and all the same still effulgent throughout the universe
you see birth and death and life through the windows of the vibrantly oxymoronic purples, blues; deep and jading your mind
you see possibilities and exploration and spy wonder
you see beauty
now, that chaperones a natural inquiry; though it does not possess one succinct answer
which of those eyes tell a lie?
but like there's no one way to draw, or to write or to become a dancer
there's no one way to look at the sky
YOU ARE READING
universes behind lonelier eyes
Poetrya collection of poems and contemplations; excerpts i may have re-written or gotten rid of previously. [side note: honestly this is gonna be a pile of shit i'm so sorry]
