I think I need a better title...
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-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------"Sparking Darker"
I’m wondering my sea of night skies for
A cliché glazed like a gem,
Wondering how
Will diamonds point me North
To a mirage of a meadow,
To(o)-blunt blades of grass?
How
I followed ruby herrings instead,
Landing on truthful grittiness of
Sand and salt and you, science-
Fictional oddity.
How
Should I describe you better?
Wondering how
They decided you were not Gemini enough,
Shooting you down to earthen exile.
How
Will you orbit back?
How
Horizon may-be a line fainting from
Six billion years of navigation map dust
Into a phantom boundary
Reuniting fraternal twin seas.
How
Then will you rise from hardened helium?
Wondering how
There is twinkle in you yet.
How
Waters’ fire extinguisher foam
Spared shine of cosmic cosmetics.
How
You out-stretch out-lived limbs.
And how
Can you point to North, always?
How I wonder,
What grants the wishes of
Fallen stars?
A cliché glazed like a gem,
Wondering how
Will diamonds point me North
To a mirage of a meadow,
To(o)-blunt blades of grass?
How
I followed ruby herrings instead,
Landing on truthful grittiness of
Sand and salt and you, science-
Fictional oddity.
How
Should I describe you better?
Wondering how
They decided you were not Gemini enough,
Shooting you down to earthen exile.
How
Will you orbit back?
How
Horizon may-be a line fainting from
Six billion years of navigation map dust
Into a phantom boundary
Reuniting fraternal twin seas.
How
Then will you rise from hardened helium?
Wondering how
There is twinkle in you yet.
How
Waters’ fire extinguisher foam
Spared shine of cosmic cosmetics.
How
You out-stretch out-lived limbs.
And how
Can you point to North, always?
How I wonder,
What grants the wishes of
Fallen stars?
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