we don’t belong on earth.
we can’t spin like we need to
on the treetops-
we need the galaxies
that have not been
promised to us yet.
can you see space
through my skin?
we wander like kings
but if you want me to be clear
i’d rather be poor in the sky.
we are more than earth.
extra
terrestrial.
Good write like your words
Good write
like your words