Stars

{ Because I’ve been missing clear viewing skies, and thinking on the illusions of balance and structure… }

The Poem is the Thing -

planetarium

 

 

 

 

 

 

Stars decorate

my pride’s eyelids

 

Only visible

when I am dreaming

they hold in

all that should not

go out into the world

 

They illuminate

each finely etched

experience

 

They soften the blow

of insignificance.

 

 

 

photo credit: Smithsonian.com

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