12 The Hanged man

Leave it unsaid so it never ends;
and consider the fiery stars
burning from the core,
like high dancers in the dark:

Light years apart, far-flung and vast.
Take one more look at night’s illusion,
before turning in from your window;
like a glow worm in a bottle.

Send me a vision of stars,
consumed by matchless passions:
The ghosts of lovers and heroes
suspended in the constellations.

An earlier version published by The Dawntreader 2016


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