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oOo
Remember when Uranus made us laugh?
I don't, not truly,
Yet imagination allows this bout of joy
In this torrent of hollow -
Shallow
Insufferable -
Fragments of times gone
Out the door
One morning when I overslept
And missed Life 101.
I was always slow -
Or perhaps this, too, is a
False
Flawed
Assertion
- but I learned of the stars
And how they came to be
From nothing
And as I learned, I saw
The constellations as they unfolded
And amongst them
Fire.
You were there
A giant walking between the brilliant -
Forged of motes by memory
And princes of heart
- stars were nothing in your wake
And often I'd forget
The galaxy -
Whispered
- Existed
You made me laugh when I got too close,
And gravity did as the books said it would do -
reality was never mine to bend
- I plummeted
But never touched
Ground.
In these vortices,
Where every current grasped me -
In discord
- I could never tell up from down
And though I bellowed -
With such force to become my own prince,
And from the motes, forge a galaxy of my own making
- you never heard me.
Not truly.
Soon, the vortices grew bored
And cast me aside.
You had left,
Paving your own path through the astral sea
True to yourself -
What is that like?
- and in your absence
I landed
And wept.
The giant in the sky -
A constellation of my own making
- Sometimes engulfs the heavens here
In my own little mire
Made from debris and daring and despair.
When your echo comes, I feel that chill course through me
And I know that I'll have forgotten
To pay my rent.
I can feel the laughter
And it brings forth a smile -
The kind that comes when dread is taking off its clothes
And you're in the room, alone
- because you're gone.
Maybe not forever,
But I believe for at least a lifetime.
If only I could live to see the stars collapse,
See this nothing that forged the streetlamps guiding me -
Somewhere
- to the endless unknown.
It matters not how often I search the sky now
For the stars are blinding;
Yet some days I wake up -
In darkness
- to a stray vortex
There to drag me away to another
Windswept torrent of hollow laughter;
And when luck strikes
For ill or worse
I can see the tail that heralds another catastrophe
Where you came too close -
I missed you, somehow
- And I know I escaped
Again.
In your wake, you have left a world
Of wistful remembrance and
Terror,
And yet, should I want to relive
That astronomy class we never had in school
What else am I to do but pack my bags
And wait in the cold?
So come, o' vortex,
I will never be ready to leave;
But you never cared to warn me
Not of time, nor destination,
Yet an adventure might be what'll help me pass
Life 101.
And should luck be with me,
Perhaps I will meet more giants,
Though I doubt they could eclipse the stars
Like you did mine.
Your shadow still lingers
And here it will be eternal,
A constellation engraved in the astral annuals.
That smile you gave me
Made me feel like a giant too,
If only for
A heartbeat.
oOo
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