Belong



Shiny, green pink glitter bomb, 

Falling into purple star and violet moon. 

Grateful means to be great, to be full, 

I saw they lived long in Sardinia, 

But what do I need to do? 

I don't even want to live that long

Or trek everyday to reach the peak. 

I wanted to live by the sea, 

But the warm sand drove me away. 

So did mountains and pines. 

But now I'm digressing, 

I should have been in the glitter bomb. 

That incorrigible madness is where I belong. 

Neither here, nor there. 

Nare? Nor? No, the right word

Is Nowhere. Saved for the special ones

Like me. Floating in a mountain

Of glitter, over the warm sea. 


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