Of all the lines
Conceived and penned in vain,
Not the stars among them:
The indomitable stars ring clear
With their love song of remembering.
Remembering everything
Pressed down by their glassy heft,
Pulled up by their shining minds
To our empyrean motherland.
Seeing everything we left behind
Out there on the shattered islands,
The ballistic villages of yore
Where we loved and fought
And laughed—
Remembering everything,
Everything.
Splitting memories, in
The trillion scenes, that
Carve clefts through sanity
And unfasten the heartclasps,
The interminable stars.
Teachers and lovers all,
They whisper, below the grey roar
Of the cities' cursèd light, every story
In the book of life they scream
Into the blessèd night.
@d-pend