Monday, October 4, 2021

If There’s Anything True

Because the constellations stood so still
Compared to your flickered generations,

The stories you told for them had to end
As them, otherwise stars had risen each night

Over your huddled hearths holding stories
That couldn’t move forward, couldn’t complete,

And if there’s anything true about tales,
However rambling, they seek their own ends.

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