Sorrow

I must step away from you,
collapsed star,
my red small sun.
I must make enough distance
to reckon from afar.
What now, center?  What now,
former storm? How shall we
orbit?  What rip or slit-scar
shall we choose for our new path –
or is this at last close and depart,  
burn and char?  
I cannot say.  I only know
how far it seems from yesterday to today –
and what brilliant comet once passed this way.

 

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