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Apr 3, 2024
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Someone once, on television

spoke to me of stars.

Bathed in blue light long past the bedtime

I never had.

Alone in wonder at the poetry of things.

Great deaths cast fort as dust and fire

made me and all and one

It seemed proof of something nameless

whispered

Shouted

Now

Awake, long past a time I can't dust off

I wonder at the shards of me left scattered

in the wake of what I am

What light and pain and ripples

and think that somehow there is beauty

in this violence I so lavish on myself

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