in the old days: 
we swallowed the sun and the stars 
with no worry nor wonder of what 
would become of our lives - 
they simply filled us up and we 
were no longer insignificant.  

in the present moment: 
we swallow our fear, our grief 
our pride, our heart (because these 
feelings are not loved by anyone else, 
so we are smaller than we once believed.)

in the old days: 
we danced around celestial planets, 
swinging on rings of rock and roll 
creeping behind one another 
on the craters of circumstance; when
(and where) nothing 
ever went as planned  

in the present moment
we do not dance but hesitantly 
flutter away and to each other
because we are now afraid 
of what we do not know
and we hide our ears 
because we can hear
all that is unsaid. 

in the old days,
we cracked our bones 
and oiled up tired joints
to fly and soar and stretch 
across the paper mache world
we created and burned down
with burnout lighters
and burnout lungs.

but now,
in the present moment - 
we forget the past and the old
trading kisses between moons and
the acid burnt sky.  

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Collaboration between: 
coffeeandnights in plain text,
wildflowerveins in italics