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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
***
I like this best of all your poems on the blog so far. I like it very much.
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Thanks. I like the idea very much as well. i am not certain, reading back over it, that it is done, nor that the title is right. But nevertheless i appreciate the compliment very much.
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Excellent! Love your imagery.
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Thank you so much!
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