I seem to be starting over
But with less time
Without memory of how
I arrived at this moment...
Poised to cross an Atlantic
Without maps...
Only the stars to guide me.
I have forgotten
How to see stars...
But I suspect in some way
They still see me
Even though they have vanished.
Even now,
I am like stars vanishing...
Absent from myself
In small degrees
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