Thursday, March 21, 2019

blessed bits

Our worth to all the universe
is surely less
than yours to me. Alone,
we make significance

that all the stars will never see,
as beautiful as we find them.

Their brute and shining ignorance
is bliss to us, and lights our way

but soft, across each other's
symmetry

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