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The rocket reeled
A brilliance burning before billions of backs turned on hope
Scientific minds wracked with failure, bottling the smallest glimmer of culture behind tempered glassy eyes to the son/sun

He toddles, barely one.
Found, loved, and alone.
Coddled, like a bullet in a gun.
Beneath the blue beneath the yellow; beneath the sky beneath the sun.

Fly home
Hold tight to the breeze, the hands you swing between, lest you strike your foot against the stone

With love, his Ma sowed hope into his chest that he might reap goodness and walk abreast with the rest.
"Put your hand to the plow, and don't turn your head," Pa said. "The earth is fallow ground and man worth his weight in red threads."

But you dread being left in the end with the stars growing dim; being feared and misunderstood by men; and hurting them. So you hold back.
But those lenses you see the world from within can be broken. So take off those glasses and put down the newspaper with which you identify; people see what they want to see, and not what's right before their eyes. But even a bat could see it's you they put their hope in.

Clearly, it's the mask that makes you human.

But no fortress can save you from feeling alone.
No matter how small that emerald wizard makes you feel, you're as brave as a blizzard, so click your heels and

fly home.
You're not a canvas anymore, you're a cityscape.
Painted in blue by all who raised you and phased you out, for pity's sake, draped across the nape of a world who needs you now.

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from The Uncreated EP, released January 25, 2022

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Micah Kimber, Mustache Poetry Richmond, Virginia

My heart is to Love and connect with others by sharing art.
We're each valuable individuals, made in God's image, with art worth sharing.
If you create, share. If you aren't creating, scared of how it'll turn out or how others will respond, I understand. But art is self expression. It's for YOU first. If it's real, you'll want to be heard and someone will hear.
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