By Faith Gobeli

Sitting under the stars,
I began to pull myself apart
Into a thousand little pieces.
And to divide my heavy heart
Beat by beat
Beneath a frowning moon.

Into Orion’s hands
I flung myself like a paradox,
And scattered the thoughts of angels
With dusty bits of flesh and bone.
With questions as deep as roots,
As alive as veins in arms
Reaching for heaven.

My will is a constellation in the dark,
A vastness that won’t shine,
Except through a telescope,
Through a midnight window,
In a celestial body far, far away.

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