This was wrote during a rather intense Miesner activity at Rose Bruford. I kind of liked it, unrefined and unfinished.
We burned up like an asteroid in the atmosphere.
We burned up like an astronaut’s incorrect equation.
We burned up like two lovers too close to the sun, too close
To the souls of each other, my lover I’m here.
Or I was, or I should have been.
I stand opposite.
You see your own shape
And I saw mine mould to you through the lake
The fake calm, reflective tears
That tore us apart.
And now I stand here, in the clear
In fear that you will finally,