What’s so good about the stars?
Like humans, they live and die.
But at least the burnt-out stars
Look better than the bones of our dead;
The dead who claim to ‘die for us,’
And rise again just like the sun.
Galaxies expand all the time,
And so I hope our minds.
Call the black holes in our space,
The sockets in our eyes.
Feb 19, 2020
Feb 19, 2020 at 9:23 PM UTC
What’s so good about the stars?
Like humans, they live and die.
But at least the burnt-out stars
Look better than the bones of our dead;
The dead who claim to ‘die for us,’
And rise again just like the sun.
Galaxies expand all the time,
And so I hope our minds.
Call the black holes in our space,
The sockets in our eyes.
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