faded stars
I look up
at the Rorschach stars
telling stories of
near forgotten archetypes
told by apes
‘round fires
in the darkness
when we were afraid
of this world
instead of ourselves
and valued food
and cheer
above hoarded wealth
but all we touched
has gone to dust
as we turned away
from the moon
and stars
and heroes
to clutch at empty tombs
filled with promises
that float on breezes
just out of reach
litter on the beach
covered in footprints
that the tide
cannot erase
and now…
I seem to have forgotten
my point
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