Ten thousand light years from Orion’s Arm,
my eye is naked and
distinguished. Your small satellite orbits
my dark regions with aim.
I am uninhabitable with my gas,
and dust, and hot stars
spiraling in mass distribution.
Call me Sagittarius A….
and I will call you instable,
with your fictional planets
swaying with indefinite motion,
your thick Dwarf Elliptical
cancels out my Galaxy
over and
over again.
maggiemaeijustsaythis 
yep
Reblogged this on Charissa's Grace Notes and commented:
another poem I simply have to add to my flow here in Grace Notes. It captures in full the things I feel and dread and fear and grieve right now, in this moment…a snapshot of a heart fearful and faithless. I want this here…perhaps other moments will look more eternal due to the presence of this poem here, now…thank you for this Maggie…I am deeply touched, and released in your cry
Awwww….What a heartfelt thought here. Thank you!
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