It feels like sinking face-up watching the sky recede swallowed up by clarity a watercolor cremation reserved for those who still look up at the stars. There is grief in my sinuses water pours into my tear ducts a process reversed as I drown backwards in a pool of my own design.
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“a watercolor cremation
reserved for those who
still look up at the stars.”
Beautiful & haunting at once.
We are all stardust, as Carl Sagan used to say. One of the few things the Bible gets right …