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orbit claimed
"Orbit Claimed"
You ask me to please don't run
Yet twist the axis beneath my feet.
Demand light from a dimmed sun
As though I owe you heat.
Each word you spill—another veil
A smoke that clouds, not reveals.
I breathe in silence now, stale
Trading performance for touchy-feels.
You crowned yourself with constellations,
But mistook control for care.
Your maps don't chart my sky,
Your order has no bearing there.
The guilt you laced like perfume
No longer clings to me.
I’ve laundered my soul in solitude
And wear autonomy with glee.
So take this mirror gently—
Not out of cruelty, but truth.
It shows your circus, your masks,
Not the child you lost in youth.
And as I sail these starless depths,
No compass, no need to please,
I find galaxies within myself
That answer questions with ease.
This is one of the
This is one of the centerpieces of your entire gallery of poems.
Starward-Led [in Chrismation, Januarius]
"Gallery" has quite a ring to
"Gallery" has quite a ring to it and perhaps so due to the effect of Van Gogh and Co on my creative life curriculum and and journey.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
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