Look up..Look up towards the clear night.
Look up until you feel your own self leave you.
and you might feel as though
your heart might illuminate itself as well.
Look up towards the pure night,
Look up until you feel absent from you,
all of that you can touch with your hands,
even the offers of greed or tenderness.
Look up until you feel your anguish diminish
and your hopes burst out of your chest.
Until you can touch what cannot be reached
and you wake up from a dream within a dream.
And you shall feel the way your shadow does
condemned for life to walk beside you.
What the wheat in the summer feels,
or the drop of water blended on a river.
Because the night, in this manner
shall fit into your heart perfectly,
like a seed fits into the soil below your feet.
Space fits into a wing and
time into the larger scheme of life.
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