what,
what now is breaking starlight?
(you break stars on a summer night)
it’s not the colours around you that has opened the ground
the energy that makes the ground vibrate
nor the song of your voice, splintering sidewalks
(gunshots in the heat of summer)
chaotic and liberating, it’s in the fine details
of our smoke and food, our murder and skin
how impossible it seems
when weighed against the starlight
burning in lifetimes of endless space
what,
what is on fire?
how many other fires has it started?
(in the dry grass)
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