Those stars were so clear in that sky
I felt like I could reach out and grab them
and place them right in the palm
of your hand
that you hold so high
to smite
us lowly beings who look up to you
like the moon who looks for the sun
That ball of gas would flee
away from that liquid gold sphere every morning and night
much like you would
but I felt like if I stretched high enough
I could place those dots of flashing pentagrams
on your cheeks
And bring shame to those freckles you speak so highly of
I like to trace them
you said
As you trail an airy finger from one to the other
I imagine that that’s how
the constellations were formed
Éloa 
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