Eklipz

Selenophiles waxed euphoric; religionists babbled about judgment; our galactic ferris-wheel of earth enjoyed a brief open-mic tumble at a slam-poetry festival; I pretend I’m an author, a cultured aesthete with a nervous twitch of considerable suspicion, still provoked by the tyranny of overthinking on half-formed ideas.

© Stephen Roberts

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