Something More

Poetry

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I send an SOS up to the stars.
I look internally, inside my eyes
to find something more
than deserts without rain —
and other castaways deserted on lonely shores.
I seek to expand my consciousness
to understand what has been known before,
with the world on my shoulders — I’m weary,
my flesh and bones ache at the upside-down mess we’ve made.
The things we have done — that can not be undone.
I stretch my fingertips…