I’m in space and it’s raining.

Robert J Fitz
Nov 30, 2022

The roller-ghost I had known the most,
Precipitated the rain.
Which fell away again.

Down through the shadows
Of the great, white castles.

Splitting open the pain.

Sky blisters burst their drains,
A 100-mile smile broke across the plain.

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Robert J Fitz

Spoken word poetry and poetic considerations on public affairs. Maybe the odd story as well.