odd spaces, major t̊om

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May 13 by The Running Son

http://www.deaddreamer.com/wordpress/major-tom

major tom – by deaddreamer

 

odd spaces, major t̊om

From space, one hand
reaches down, but down’s now
so far away, down is no longer down,
and up

has become strange
when I float places so far away
from you. Every thing,
the sum, all

I ever wanted
is just sitting here, laid out
through port-holes and spread vast,
and rounding out a plan I had

that may have propelled me
clear to heaven had i dared,
but stairways have odd spaces
between steps, and open space

between homes mapped
in three dimensions,
ports where nobody goes anymore,
and nobody grounded ever

even leaves for; trunks strong, and roots
allow a strange new leaning back,
and ground beings
watch me flounder

and spin back, toward heaven, blinding
wide open heaven,
to a tone, a call back to all things close,
warm again with you;

the only home I ever loved,
or knew.

 

*

*

by jim aldrich

(upd 1.4.13)

namaste

hey you

dedicated to HH, who watches things, grounded

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12 thoughts on “odd spaces, major t̊om

  1. culturemonk says:

    very well done 🙂

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