Poetry · Writing

Power Steering

I want this.

To be ignited and fueled by-

wonders-

wonders yet worshiped

and only recently discovered

and laying flags like a moon wo(man)

and you’ll be spotted.

To be surrounded by this world

this art

this beauty

your beauty. The hands on the wheel

I’ve always steered alone

(maybe I don’t have to)

the road is wavy

you with the map

(and me with the luck)

will slay this planet.

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