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dear past me: you are everything
sometimes it seems there’s no escape from your mind when life twists your light.
you can’t recognize yourself anymore after all your stars collide.
on the horizon of the black hole in your life full of lessons past,
a self-destructive mind remembering
the ungentle death of an interstellar cloud—
pain so hot that you explode
birthing brighter stars.
but you still feel small.
smaller than the earth you walk
that is smaller than the sun it circles
smaller than the galaxy it floats in
that is smaller than the universe they reside.
but they don’t know they’re small
and neither should you,
full of galaxies. you are a universe.
but a universe can yield violence beyond comprehension.
with every heartbreak, and with every tear,
a lesson making you think twice—
did i do this right?
these are not times you should wish to reverse,
these are just the actions of a restless universe.
This is revision 3.
Lori Jones McCaffery
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