Following the stars
As they blink blink blink into and twinkle twinkle twinkle out of
the ink black backdrop of the universe known as a night sky
a tapestry of connect-the-dots, although
determining north is a trait few still hold so the north star
again becomes simply one of many many many stars
tears in the fabric, pencil holes punctured by someone somewhere.
the coldness of the galaxy makes stars
harder to follow, to track willingly, to exist beneath
as the sky is simply metaphorical blanket, no literal protection from windchill
to be found here, on this liveliest of planets,
far from the stars we otherwise follow
although in daylight they disappear completely
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