time, distance, wisdom

***

because the stars(

crisply dotting darkened drape of night

moses miniatures mapping routes to glory

telling fates and fortunes

poking pleasure specks into my eyes, when else is black

shaping wings ,claws ,arrows

faces fantastic

)aren’t truly stars at all

but factories of fury

treacherous foundries of ferocious wisdom

incomprehensible fountains ,suns

and at the very least

are grossly, utterly

unreachable

in this lifetime, any

racing further away

each minute, second, nano

and very well might be

by now

simmered out

shattered in sparks and fire and

ravenous ravaging molecule bursts

left:

sucking husks

gravity wells

dark and void

selfish and

soundless

but here

from my tiny hurtling perch

they still are

bright

beautiful

and

glorious

***

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