Hollow Earth Theory

I am 
my terra 
a planet 
among billions 
in a universe 
of possible trillions 

I expand 
my equator 
ingesting 
delicious junk 
ignoring 
healthy fuel 

I cease 
to orbit 
I slow 
my spin 

I am 
running 
out of seasons 

I dig 
deep into 
what should be 
the fire of me 

I am 
not even 
the air of dreams 

January 27, 2019
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2 comments:

  1. Jenni AstramowiczJanuary 31, 2019 at 5:47 PM

    An intense poem - I especially like the beginning stanza and the end - how it ties together.

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  2. Tressa January 31, 2019 at 6:08 PM

    Thank you!

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