• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 02
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We forget we are part of others’ constellations,
a pulse in deep space, a smudge on a scan,
an anomaly for further investigation.

We are one of someone else’s billions
of possible rocks on which to stake
hope, imagination, futures.

We stand on the bones of sighing seas,
look out at the brightness of boundless dark,
reflecting infinity, forgetting we are light.