poetry

Novae

And if it were a home you seek

For the universes unfolding within

For the bursts spilling from

the space between your ribs

Then a home in these arms

you will find

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Earth

 

Rightfully, I am She

In her everything

I am her rage

When she storms

But her calm

When she rains

When she trembles

I am her faults

And her lines

And her fault lines

I am lands that engulf

And that bloom

To give back

I am the brilliance in her skies

The colors and the black

Her yearning for the Sun

And the Moon’s for her

I was born

from one fistful

Of Earth