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Heart outstretched on each starry palm
A carnal compass of ventricles and capillaries
Left and right, both expand and contract
Flowing back(wards) towards our moon,
Soon, we all will be swooned, lullabies sung sweet
Hung precariously in the shadows
Shallow depths all encompassing, covering the reclusive face
Hugging our orbit- I wonder if I will ever get to set foot
On that lonely boy’s bright side, stolen but with care and elegance-
We all mistook his beauty, but dust filled footprints scatter,
They are blown away just like our atoms
Broadcasting micro bits of vibrating matter,
Condensing our consciousness into a thought-out list
Of something invariably
Miniscule.