we are what the earth becomes
when comets spit their residue
into lifeless oceans
that s h a k e
atop veins of rock
and the remains of dead things

don’t you see us
s p i n n i n g
through the lost parts of the night

hair
s t r e a m i n g
with forgotten pieces of sunlight

we are what the earth becomes
when all else blows
into motion