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In the stillest black nights
the incredible vast of stars
unending interstellar of celestial lights.
Such a contrast these parallel births of ours.

Why weren’t we born ten thousand years apart?
Somehow raised in the same year in this exact place.
Did the Universe have us planned on a chart?
I ask myself as I stare into space.

I never had that chance to show a deeper part of me.
Thrown in an elysian whirlwind, my next steps, there was no way to see.
So those levels in you were explored little more then surface deep.
There should have been an ocean of memories to keep.

Overnight party friend’s house down the road
sports at the park and playing Sega Genesis.
With parents now asleep different conversations flowed
away from sports to more personal on the premises.
I need that relationship with you
exploring your sensational psychology
hoping each of our interpersonal influences grew
and kept growing into an expanded ontology.

A rue of a weak joke;
what happened to every modicum of my finesse?
That feeling after I spoke;
there has to be a semi-elegant way out of my mess.
The chance with you to get it right
felt like they could be counted on one hand.
I don’t at all see myself as a wight
but reflecting somehow that’s exactly where I stand.

Reminiscences illuminated in the constellations
laid out the many stories this lightyear.
They were always there but didn’t see all the formations
even when the sky was clear.
Each line rewritten over much time
though I knew the gist of what to say
for you how can it be any less then sublime
or at least I put in all my effort to come out that way.