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∴

the cost of gold stars
can be deadly  –

the atmosphere of self
can be

either cloaked in décor
and consistent constellations,

or stripped,
and real,
and gorgeous like a nebula,
soft and daunting,
and ever moving,
over ages.

 

the cost of gold stars
is to give up the galaxy
in exchange
for approval.

 

the words,

 

“yes.

you

belong.”

 

do not make the seas
attempt to be trees,

nor the north star to jump from its seat
and join Andromeda’s band.

 

no creature does this but man.

 

how far
through the heavens we roam,
seeking belong-able home,

but here,

here,

here,

and always

was it given,

from even before

our coming.

 

these gold stars –
so very bright –
would cost us all
and bind our sight.

∴

 

 

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