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circa 2007.


Stars collide in the midnight sky

And form matter transcended from dust.

I could not discern between fabrics of time

And space befitting of us.

Though suns when they shine may be bright for some time

They play on illusion of sight.

When bodies black out they leave us to doubt

With old photographs of light.

The moon hangs low beneath blankets of black

Sprinkled softly with points of white.

And I think to myself, with the moons in my eye

How I could ever reach such heights.


Created: Mar 28, 2011

Tags: fiction, stars, poem, dreams, sky, moon, memory

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