IMPACT TO THE STARS
Why is the night sky still swirling,
Vincent? I sense that everything is
wrong. Fireflies have lost their light.
The distant frogs have lost their songs,
there is nothing present now but the night,
and I am alone here, standing. My
testament to vacancy is that I will soon
be leaving : five steps off, another
twenty, down the path, a jump.
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I am an astronaut too, of my very
own. No cables or tethers in this
grand free-float; I can range at will
where there is no air; just the calm
and still of lost references, misbegotten
dreams, and those swirling lights of the
distant and the deep. Every artist is
a sky traveler anyway; some stardust,
thrown from another place.
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