Red MuseumA Poem by DavidgeoConsumed by a Red Giant (video that follows, the wonder of the sun... prologue to your doom) Beauty... all around. I do promise.I was born out of a red museum Into a large cosmic garbage truck Pirouetting in an office Around the most standoffish of bosses Evolved like a dream of dust motes The sound of an impeccable silence! Feels real each and every time I do and do not hear it
He's going to eat us you know? Swallow us whole! With an appetite and not much around We are snacks in an ice box Soon for the oven Each and every time © 2016 DavidgeoAuthor's NoteReviews
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