Oh distant stars
pluck and put me
where you are,
alone and burning
but living at least
by his own right,
far from imperfect
choppy human life,
never ending nervy
struggle and strife,
a place where
none can reach me,
a place where
none can beseech me,
a place where
I have no need,
a place where
I cannot be seen,
just immersed in
the cosmos,eternal
peace and night,
circling the galaxy
with all of you
joined, entwined,
living a poet's dream,
no cares, no worries,
just rhythm and light.
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