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2016 Maybe if we could
stretch to the stars
the sky would rest
at our fingertips,
wild but ours just the same
Maybe if we could
reach the stars
words would spill from the sky,
the universe’s dreams would douse
the inferno that singes us
Maybe if we could
touch the stars
insanity would meld with reality
and all the pencil strokes in the world
would finally be enough to start over
And I still tear
stones down from the trees
and scatter them
across the universe
until my stars fall from the sky
But the beauty of those stars
is that they’re untouchable
and no matter how far I climb
how fast I run
how deep I love
I’ll never reach them
