poetry

the astronaut

i thought the universe
had burned out on me.
cauterized,
i said.
and that was okay,
because i found something holy
when the stardust cleared.
in time, we could overthrow
the constellations,
and maybe,
just once,
devotion and despair
wouldn’t be so egregiously intertwined.

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