Cosmic Playthings
a surrealist game
Saturn’s rings adorn my left hand, while in my right,
I have other planets rolling around
like marbles, and with a flick I wait for collisions,
every burst scattering stardust into
nebulas while new planets
come into being as if washed ashore by stars and
even the cow jumping over the moon stops in awe.
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About the Creator
R.C. Taylor
I write to invoke, to process, to honor, to resurrect, and—sometimes—to grieve but, above all, I write to be free.
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