Saturday, September 5, 2009

Twinkle.

In the beginning
all
the
stars
were
one,
she said.

Until Hatred and Anger
tore them apart
and scattered the pieces
across the galaxy.

Now
they are doomed
to spend
eternity
forever searching
for their other half.

Her eyes
look over my shoulder
here
but I don't let myself
doubt.

(She has already left, I think)

I think you are my other half,
one of us says.

And the other cries.

And
the world
spins

desperate

in a huge Void
around a bright golden star
which lives alone

a billion billion miles
from
its other half.

The Nothing
just
sighs

until
Later
at
Night

I sit alone
and stare at each
and every
star
wondering
how
(why)
their light

could

fool

me so.

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