one by one they appear in
my observatory: a few hopes, and
a few memories with present
presence. how bright the constellation shines!
but before they fade they stand
perfectly embodied,
the past and future eclipsing them like a
cloak of chaos-
moments lived only to
renew the force they
enhance with each hot convulsion.
true, they are not at rest yet,
but now they are indeed
apart, winnowed in the present press,
they withdraw to an orbit
and turn with distant
hard energy, like intergallactic stars.
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