Stopovers In Black Pits Of Stellar Plains Poem by Simpa Omoluabi

Stopovers in black pits of stellar plains
Interstellar stopovers of the soul
Moving in tunes timed to a starlight pole
Pulling together and apart our brains
Astounded in subconscious states of mind
Operational like messengers half-blind
Messengers dog-eyed color blind that is
Optically sensory in mimesis.
Ludicrous the interstellar pictures
Uphold minds fixated on twilight sutures
Arrow-gated to sieve storms of nightmares
Bloodhounding souls for which almost none cares
In as much it catches not attention
Daring the bloodhounded to make mention

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