celebrity

a poem

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I had an astronomy lesson recently:

What I behold in the brightest Star and retreat from in the Blackest hole are echoed within myself.
Scorn and praise
Brew within my cosmos.
My primordial capacity for chaos nestles beside my endless Grace. 

We may not make Stars but we sustain them. 
Because we are wicked, bitter, beautiful beasts.
Lapping our tongues in the phlegm of our ineptitude, clawing for sanctity.

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softly,

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