by Nadia Gerassimenko
This World was never built for us.
Our vessels never meant to carry
us home into the ether beyond
acacias beyond the cumulus beyond
the Valley Beyond anything beyond
beyond, where there are astral
bodies laid out beautifully freely
floating & colliding with each
other bursting into pyrotechnics
painting chromas of yellows, cyans
& magentas. Where pitch-dark
silence is the loudest voice &
stillness is the universal tongue,
where we are free & endless.
Somehow we will break through
the Door, escape the matrix.
Someday we will leave to live,
to love, be free, your heart
with me & mine in its place
at last complete together.
[Nadia Gerassimenko is the founding editor of Moonchild Magazine and proofreader at Red Raven Book Design. She is a freelancer in editorial services by trade, a poet and writer by choice, a moonchild and nightdreamer by spirit. Nadia self-published her first chapbook Moonchild Dreams (2015). at the water’s edge (Rhythm & Bones Press, 2019) is her second chapbook. She tweets @moonmoonmother.]
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