alfie lee writing

 

reverse engineering

feels eerie, unreal
now we are finally here,
just two people, desert.

Apollo winged us
on the backs of couplets, rhymes plucked,
three stage boosters, raining

fire, destruction,
hot on the heels,
sweet, sweet lyre.

play that tune we danced to last,
over the moon, only us, two
in our world full, being.



                                                               

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