Transitions

I wear my vanity

of veins on my brow

caring about myself

and the crust of the earth

~

my geodesic dome

gyrates a pulse

and my ego calls it

geography

~

it’s all about me

and it doesn’t really matter

the stars shine on us

and we’re all wearing sunscreen

~

breathe out the dust

breathe

~

Transitions

10 thoughts on “Transitions

  1. Nice poem.Thank you so much for following my site.Greetings and respect.jalal

  2. …nice poetry, Geo…caring…gyrates…shine…breathe…all movements in the field of earthly existence…that there is existence…that there is reality…that there is life…that there are these parts of the essence of being human…

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