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to one watching stars
To the One Who Watches the Stars
On Easter skies, you stitched resolve between constellations—
Orion steadied your breath, and Venus nodded: yes, speak now.
You were not made to inherit silence like a hand-me-down suit.
The law may line their shelves, but your dreams bloom
in curved trajectories— in equations that burn like hope.
Let them cling to Titanic timetables, to legacies docked in tradition.
You, radiant with new degree and the memory of their Marseille accent,
chart your own course— a celestial mutiny, undaunted by wrath
or the tremble in your own voice.
At 10:00PM, beneath a world indifferent yet welcoming,
you choose not safety but stars. Not permission but truth.
To say this made my breath
To say this made my breath hitch in my throat as I read it would be an understatement.
To say that your imagery and phrasing reach my soul through the visceral level of the gut would not be saying enough.
Thus, with the words of any comment from me proven impotent by the enormous verbal power of this stellar poem, I will simply rejoice in its presence with gladly awe-stricken silence.
Starward-Led [in Chrismation, Januarius]
Most glad that words have
Most glad that words have allowed articulation
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
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