We all find in those moments
Where we feel a fraction of our being-
Intense despair for something we
Had yesterday or lack
In our celestial thoughts of
Greatness.
If our thoughts in these times of sadness
Were mapped out in the universe
There would be implosions
And constellations crashing against
The harmony of our galaxy:
The system we seek to control.
But to control it is to misunderstand
The mysteries and inconveniences
That give us awareness of
Habits we should leave
People we should farewell
And wounds that must seal.
Nov 28, 2019
Nov 28, 2019 at 4:42 PM UTC
We all find in those moments
Where we feel a fraction of our being-
Intense despair for something we
Had yesterday or lack
In our celestial thoughts of
Greatness.
If our thoughts in these times of sadness
Were mapped out in the universe
There would be implosions
And constellations crashing against
The harmony of our galaxy:
The system we seek to control.
But to control it is to misunderstand
The mysteries and inconveniences
That give us awareness of
Habits we should leave
People we should farewell
And wounds that must seal.
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