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by the color green Apr 26, 2019
Nature, environment /
it exists outside the bonds that entrap them,
and wanders for a place outside eternity,
seeking asylum in the nearest star.
it drifts for centuries, millenia at a time
though it sees a million pinpricks of light at once,
infinite distance exists between them.
it knows that in the reaches of space,
a vast emptiness swallows all substance
in the aching cold, stars are rare and lovely.
it flees from the boreal jaws of frostbite
circling once around a burning sun
to perch on the zenith of a starlight canopy.
it, still, bleeds in white-blue fire,
and as it looks over the pillars of a lonely earth,
it takes flight as soon as it arrives.
by Ben Pickard