Tag: self-journey
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Like Waterdrops that Sludge
Like waterdrops that sludge off rooftops, the collection of dust that rolls within me in that downwards perspire. My optic drive was never quick enough to properly acquiesce my fall. Tumble, I spiral in that downward trickle that is meant to ameliorate poverty. Born as the gunslinging actor left his white cap on that oval desk; raised…
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Atmospheric Pressure
Therospheric pulls, gravitational waves, So close to earth, caught in my earthling ways. Homeward bound — to touch the soft ground. Return to the heavens, I hear again sound. Mesospheric ice, it’s so cold that it burns, A meteorite in night, unbound it returns. Consumed in a blaze, it can shrivel to dust. My spacesuit…
Writings by Samson Mousa 