atlas moans piteously as the fool complains

atlas holds
the entirety of
the heavens
upon his shoulders
while i
struggle
through the day
with this ache
in my chest
traveling
to my skull
as everything
feels just
too goddamned heavy
for a fool
alone with
his thoughts

if i could wrap my arms around you and forget every other aspect of existence, the lights across the universe would wink off one at a time as i murmur my love into the curve of your neck

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