ptomely

on the edge of this earth
I looked into what I think is
nothingness that flounders
about this abyss
release the dove your keeping
let it flee

dusty gravity
covers my desk
I feel the curving
of this earth
a fear that strikes me
and leaves me sickened

please other being
do not obliterate
for we have no idea what we're doing
when we speak in hate
our ears don't heed
to what we are viewing

I roam the roses that grow
on mars
and long for earth
in my sense
but I still find
ptomelys earth comforting
and quite soothing
but I still do see
some fear there
as long as we endure
for fear
ill see something pure
and appreciate
the prime mover