[Poem] Red Sphere Rising
2008-10-21 @ 12:46 a.m.
high in the sky rises a discround and perfect as a baby's button,
popping red like the pain of a cut
blinding all people with its perfection
it rotates but in a way we cannot recognize,
and everyone lifts up their hands,
reaching out for something
they do not understand
unreachable, yet some reach it
untouchable, yet some hold it,
wrap it tight in their arms
keep it until morning and it's yours