Tara's Poem

still the stars on and on 
when even the taste of this
earth has passed
away, the stars not
finished with the sky
not finished laboring
over wishes, imagine
our wishes going on
and on without anyone
there to see them
imagine the sky
still hanging there
like the roof of an old 
house no longer 
able to contain what it
held, without us, don't be 
sad, the stars never
needed us, they dreamed
us up to remind them
of wishes and sorrow
so reminded let us go
took back the dust
let the sky fill up
the sky, don't be sad
think how your breath
invented you to breathe
it, how your face 
invented you to hold
it like a mirror, how
your soul justified your
body so that it could
talk, in secret code, to
other souls. the 'you'
in matter doesn't matter
what matters is the 
light by whatever vehicle
bows to hold it and dies
holding it becomes it
on and on and so on.
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