what if we werent meant to be that perfect
what if it is enough to be as perfect as a star
knowing your place
giving off light because it's what you are
it's what you do in Space then
becoming a nova or a firefly in a jar
or whatever transposition He deems necessary.
how perfect is it can it be
that we are of this world a handful of dust
yet not meant to stay
clay that can talk and move about
be filled with doubt or with all the colours.
you can explain it all away if you want to.
I just can't.
we are dust that dreams.
explain that.
mary angela douglas 13 february 2020
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