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Jan 2018
Oh, it's graceful, all right
This dance of yours
Beautiful.
Mesmerizing.
As you leap and twirl and glide
You generate a force stronger than gravity
And they come, one by one, drawn by your light
These little planets, caught by the weight of your brilliance
They fall into orbit
Wanting only to bask in the warmth
You cast forth so effortlessly in your dance
They circle, but at the center is you.
Always you.
Only you.
And as they come, one by one
So also they fall
One
By
One
Trapped in orbits that begin to decay
Nearer and nearer they close
Until they are too close
You draw them into your wild dance
And they burn.
All too soon there is nothing left
These little planets, once so full of life
Now nothing more than scorched and desolate ***** of rock
They slingshot back into orbit
Where they stay
Barren
Circling
A solar system of broken dreams
And in the center
A sun
Wishing it knew
How to simply be
A planet
Sometimes you have to realize that the monster isn't under the bed.

It's in the mirror.
Devon Leonel
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