We victimize ourselves,
Cursing stars and universe
For allowing people
To come — draw patterns
On our messy canvas
— and leave sans words.
But have we ever
Sat down and apologize to
Those canvases we’ve
Signed, trampled, and left behind?
We’re all deserters.
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Colliding Stars
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