Stars shine like
highway glass,
shards twinkling in
headlights--
reminders of past
violence
yielding beauty,
catching
the eye, markers of a fierce
birth or death, underscoring
the sweet time
between.
Sand to glass,
stars from gas,
all of us coming
from somewhere
headed somewhere
else--
Forget seeing, let
me be
illumination, the
light
that leaps through
space,
that bright silence
that speaks.
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