moved planets with the tips of my fingers
and waited on the stars to align, and
wounds from saturn to heal.
dressed myself as a skeleton key and opened doors
to dead emotions,
my hands ripe with benevolence,
days that carousel in seasonal leaves.
i kiss the uncertainty of my future,
hoping to seduce nature into being beautiful again.
it falters,
augmenting the dance of the moon
but i'm left gazing,
not noticing a fall into dreams.
darkness marks my hallway
but the direction out is still imprinted in my mind.
it drowns out a foreseeable vision
but still, hours taste like seawater
and i'm sunken.
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