Platonic Planet

Dem changes

Will funk a brutha up

Drowning in a bottom bunk

Who woulda thunk

We’d return to this winnowing wormhole

Swallowed in an inferno essence

An ever present drifting blight

Shining on me

Then passing me by

Burnt to a wisp

Left lukewarm

Wandering lips dry

Pulled into pieces

Scattered behind

Riding off into bi-space

Where we three belong

Waving at Umbrellacorns

And peliguins

With the wind in our face

Orbiting platonic planet

At supersonic warp speed

Copyright © 2019 Aaron J. Yancey

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