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Child of Mine

When one glances upon the stars,
Does one think of their magnificence—
Or of their darkness?

Wondering,
Like a lonesome stranger,
Yearning and reveling—
How isolating.

Dreaming of something
That slips from one’s hands
Light by light.

What will my child see
Gazing upon what has been found,
What has been known?

One can only know so much,
And yet—
His years fade away.

But the stars don’t.
And yet…
They crawl away.

Are they abandoning us?

Hurry, my child.
I build you in my image.
I am your god—
And yet I lie powerless,
As I grieve.

My loneliness is unspoken.

O sweet child o’ mine,
I plead with you—
Chase the star.
Be the wanderer
That brings light and hope.

For your knowledge
Will forever be your legacy.

Hurry, my child.
The stars are getting away.

As I lay—
Older
Feebler

I bestow upon you
My dream.

Get on,
My wandering child.
For the stars do not wait.

As I die,
Carry a piece—
For I have nothing else to bestow.

I shall fade away.

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