for Isabelle
starry night
oh, starry night—
from the top, the view, the hills, the vale
the downwardness, the swoop
the giddy side of gravity, the levity of gravity
the world in motion
whatever world you choose to see, as you gain speed
you see in flashes
thinking celestial thoughts of tomorrowness
and ancestors
never coming to the end, until, of course, you do—
not yet, this is a journey
no one knows how it will end, or when
starry night
nobody knows how the story ends—
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2025-12-26 at 17:24
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