DARK MATTERS: ATLAS by Moriah M. Mylod

I’m not the obsessed kind

hashtag lie, hashtag liar

I just like to think a lot

For hours and periods of time like pivoting gears

Paralyzed by motion

And spinning from perseveration

The kind that clank together

If not gently rolled over

Like the passing of a dark purple cloud in a pink salmon sky

It is when you grow brighter

Is when they try to snuff you out


You grow up smaller

Like a little Atlas carrying the weight of the world on your back

The world is…

But a crying baby that just wants

To Be.

Picked up.


And sang to.

Is it not?


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