Horror Harbour

mondaymuse:

by C. Tattiana H-H

And sometimes when the world spins on its axis
and I tilt, spin—
I see Kepler and orbit.

In an ellipse
my angular momentum
reaches oh…

because, you know,
these nights just happen
and we flow with the go.

We creation friction;
this is
not fiction.

Broken window panes
and tables,
hearts and memories…

we wake up to the
destruction of our…
our…

we wake up
in Tycho’s lap,
lapping up Greek geocentric narcissism.

And when Borgia’s reign
reaches out and
licks her teet,

I can’t help
shiver
and wonder…

is space travel vertigo
a hypothesis
or tested?

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