The Keepers of Stars
A name, by itself, is nothing...
Some of us appearing to love hate...
Some seeming to find beauty in Gore...
while others, more astute, understand
that behavior is its own proper
definition –
though stories are
the mothers of words...they die
on their pages, if only read and not
taken to heart....
Let us start this flight together –
with our sounds and images, soaring far above the
texts of common sky, seeking rhymes and cadences
nearer those brighter lights of poetry, finding such muses
cohabiting with the keepers of stars....
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