Bustling factory
impregnated multitudes
wanting to liftoff.
Tag: poem
Day 819, six-legged.
Countless six-legged
crawling unseen on the ground
hidden in their world.
Day 818, dust.
Nebulated shape
formed from the same origin
and ancient stardust.
Day 817, seeds.
From going outwards
led by sunlight’s nourishment
to scatter the seeds.
Day 816, looking outside.
The louvres open
and I peer out the window
through inviting cracks.
Day 815, wishful friends.
Cocooned future friends
locked in a peaceful limbo
between heavens ends.
