Have You Located the Controls of Your Spacecraft Yet?

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hope flickers, 
but darkness swims.

thick and heady,
down my throat.

claws at my belly, 
breath catches.

exault in the pain

You're growing up
and rain sort of remains
on the branches of a tree
that will someday rule the earth.

and that's good
that there's rain
it clears the month
of your sorry rainbow expressions

and clears the streets
of the silent armies...

so we can dance