beneath a tear-stained sky
the night cracked open wide
a million points of light
can’t dispel wandering thoughts
and adolescent dreams
of some reprieve
from this most uncivil of places
unfit for living,
unmissed by grief.
heraclitus long ago wrote
that no one can step
in the same river twice
as the waters of life
continually flow and change,
a cosmic dance of space-time
atoms constantly rearranged
but if i could send
a single note against
this inexorable tide
back to my former self
beneath that field of stars
and dreaming of peace
(or eternal release)
it might simply be this…
there’s nothing
left to miss.
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