I journeyed far above the sky
Where I met a man on the moon.
He gave me star that guided me through dark space.
I found my trajectory.
Until alas, my palms began to radiate and inflame.
From tender warmth to tender pain
I looked down at the red heat, opened my grasp and let the star float away.
The dust glittered as it drifted on.
And there it was
I began to feel and see the electricity spiral inwards.
The pulverulent clouds of dust will allow new bodies to form.
A wish to be granted in time.
While other eyes graze the very same stardust that will someday collide.
-AKS
May 19, 2025
May 19, 2025 at 1:48 PM UTC
I journeyed far above the sky
Where I met a man on the moon.
He gave me star that guided me through dark space.
I found my trajectory.
Until alas, my palms began to radiate and inflame.
From tender warmth to tender pain
I looked down at the red heat, opened my grasp and let the star float away.
The dust glittered as it drifted on.
And there it was
I began to feel and see the electricity spiral inwards.
The pulverulent clouds of dust will allow new bodies to form.
A wish to be granted in time.
While other eyes graze the very same stardust that will someday collide.
-AKS
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