the great plasma astronaut (dies a little more inside)

in the dark place of expectations
i collected up little globules of light --
moments pulsating with a quivering joy,
swelling with smiles that burnt bright in my hands.

i tried to pin them to my cell walls
but they slid and quit with stifled giggles
(my fingertips began to glow with the memory
of a happiness that had danced in my skin)

and i felt myself begin to slide and quit
back to the ancient dark cave of my chest
where a bleeding-heart pigeon flutters, afraid
of crumbling bones and the laughter in my lungs.

The End

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