The Final Frontier

beano

'This is the final frontier’ said the friend
as my eyes revolved around the ice cubes in my glass.
‘The world, it’s all figured out.'

Unchartered thoughts, drift and plume through the club 
and lose themself in the night
But space is bounded by the small corners in this room.

I jangle skies and oceans in my pocket, like loose change.
'Only minds and bodies left to explore.'

Swathes of faces, reach from wall to door,
and dissolve in a fuzz that pulls me in on myself.

  • Author: beano (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 2nd, 2021 13:21
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  • L. B. Mek

    'But space is bounded by the small corners in this room.

    I jangle skies and oceans in my pocket, like loose change.'
    indeed, Introspection
    be our True, final frontier..
    great imagery, themed yet still diverse
    thanks for sharing, dear poet



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