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Not so fragile light

10/5/2016

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At twilight the stars wink at you
As if to infer they are in on your secret
You part your lips to mount your defense
To tell them they don't know anything
When a marrow deep weariness sets in
And the thought of arguing with celestial bodies
Leaves you standing
in awe of your own shortsightedness


You've fought too much
Wasted countless minutes and hours
Adding up to years on uphill battles
That left you scrabbling for purchase in the dust
Slipping anyway
Never gaining ground


You realize
That these pinpoints of not so fragile light
May merely be echoes
Galactic reverberations
Of things decades dead


You think
About the wasted words
The desiccated husks of hurled insults
The chunks of soul you tore to throw them


Maybe the stars do know your secrets
Blinking them to you in Morse code
Singing them to you in the breeze
And maybe you should listen
They know you better than you think










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