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Life,
Star-Crossed
Through
the stars I have tracked
a
comet’s far-flung path,
spending
light years out in darkness
circling back into the light,
as
close to the inferno as I dare.
Then
swinging back out,
the glare at my back growing softer
until
I can see untold galaxies,
my
neighbors and fellow travelers.
Knowing
each completion of my orbit
leaves
behind more of me,
falling
stars to wish upon,
until
I become a whisper,
remembered
in poetry and paint.
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