Nocturnal Issue III | Page 15

Some officers decide to launch rockets at Black until there is a constellation about him or her.

A ghostly gasping,

A porous void, agape... attempting to purge its own hollow.

Ma'am and Sir, you are shooting unarmed solar systems out of the Milky Way.

Our mothers are far from natured. Our fathers are clocked. Our people Galileo'd.

What an entrapment of belief put forth on this nation.

When you've only looked through the telescope from the wrong way,

An assumption can magnify a divide that potentially does not exist.

In this pitch dark, is a chasm still of the same matter?

Open your eyes

So, so easy not to fall.

Say we love us all through metaphysics and quantum theory, say we love us to beyond, for infinity,

And so be it. I'll twist a deity from this life wringing my soul dry,

My sleeves never try on hearts before wearing them. Something about trying means failing.

So these will have to do.

We will have to do something now, because that is as star up there. That is a star and not a plane.

That is a star, not a plane.

REMEMBERING LAZINESS

EIGHT NOVAFRANKIEM MITCHELL

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