Why We Made the Constellations (Poem)

The gravity in people
Bends and pulls:
Sounds smells chatter,
Other people
Orbiting you now.

Alone so long,
I became accustomed
To not seeing stars.
A blank night sky is dull
But lets you sleep.

Every planet, every star
Thinks itself the center
Of the universe–gravity bends
Again, and rather than the stars
We think ourselves the story. -farewell palace



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