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Double-takes toward a life once satiated in its need for affection
Reveal nothing to the naked eye of the observer;
Reminiscent as he might be of yon days of sunflowers and birds
Where distant Sun-star-light warms a tiny dead rock in some point
Of that Universe he pledged his life on to her

Yet, that Universe is not a compliant beast
Ravenously hungry for heart-stars and newborn nebulae
It makes one wonder, "Do the stars shine out of compassion, or
Are they here to lay us to waste?"

Man builds things, and then we die.
Yet, in our lifetimes we see more destruction than rebirth.
Possibly proving that hearts are neither created nor destroyed
Just transferred to a one more in need.