in preparation for war

I walk away and I am disappearing,

the farther I go the farther I sink into

the ground, cosmic dust sparkles and rains.

A fragile young with bones of cosmic dust.

She is here and you don’t miss her and

You never learn to appreciate her, and her

Smile full of all the colors and cosmic dust.

She walks away and she is disappearing,

And the sun won’t follow her, only

The clouds. It’s always terribly cold

Where she goes, no warmth or

Any feelings at all. Every time she

Crossed the road she disappeared

A

Little

More.

If you look closely,

Cosmic dust is left all over the floor.

She leaves her heart wherever she goes.

And the cosmic dust explodes.