And today there may be stars.
Yesterday words became non-words, and
This was correct, and exactly as it should be.
But the non-words were bored, and they
Strained and stretched the limits of the
Constraining page, until, at some point
In the early morning dove-grey pre-dawn
Hours that time passes softly by, one
Broke free, and soared up into the heavens.
And there sits that word, begging the others
To leap and fly, and fasten their orbit
Together.
Together, together.
Yes, together.
From the surface of this earth that we so disdain,
From the soil that sits beneath our defiling feet,
From the barren rocks and wasteland of
Industrial spoil, from there we can lift
Our gaze to the heavens.
And there we see the stars.
And as we, inconsequent beings on a minor planet,
Circling a dull and slowly dying small star, look
To these tiny points of light, we cannot see the
Scale, we cannot tell the vast distances that
The light we can see travels, and in our arrogance
We give them names.
© 2ndwitch, 02/04/15
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