the skies
that blue no crayon
can ever quite
seem to recreate
stretched on
into the infinity of
my weak comprehension
i know it is nothing
more than droplets
refracting the rays
of the distant
bored burning ball
desperate to consume
mercury whole
trapped in a bubble
a once in a billion
accidental petri dish
and just outside
lay vast expanses
filled with radiation
that will boil the
blood within a body
beyond the understanding
of a singular soul
sitting in a car
lost in little thoughts
staring up at
the skies


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