art, poetry, Uncategorized, writing

Born Burning

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Born Burning

All at once:
I collided with the ground,
Smacked in the teeth,
By cold stone reality. 
Shooting stars are,
Just falling down.
A punctured puddle beneath me,
I climb out with a heave,
This body dusted,
By crater memory.

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