The Milepost

Once in a lifetime, you will exchange 
your boots for sparks, and flare
into Orion which you said was 

really you, and you gunned it 

like a false start, leaving

your belt unbuckled

which was a blast, your bow

was an empty bottle slung 

from the hip, which hit the ground

and the glass became shards

which is like stars for people who

never look up, which means they wont 

see you up there dancing highway 

to the danger zone or the three dots

you left in your wake, twinkling into

exhaustion or wasting away in 

the overwhelming dark, which is 

love in a dead language

dVerse: Once in a Lifetime