Jupiter Looks For Me

Photograph by FlyTrapMan


Jupiter looks for me through tangled limbs of twisted trees.

I hide beneath the dirt where I have laid for centuries.

My gravestone is faded, and my name no longer can be read.

I sleep now in deepest slumber among the silent and abandoned dead.

Yet he calls, so earnestly, as I’m lying here in my coffin bed.

I hear his voice reaching out to me like a persistent dream.

In the dark, I can feel his love and through my tears, I grin.


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