looking back
I see nothing that I can hold as my own
and I cannot see a place for my world to spin

shooting star

falling from its place in the skies
above the heads of them with their telescopes
their reflective faces

shooting stars from the sky

catch me if you can

searching the heavens for signs of life
missing the sign language of the stars

falling star

gravity victorious



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