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So Very Many Stars
By Bineshii
A mind fevered –
yearning, pushing
Into the screen of
streaming stars
An image shifting,
resolving,
A vision coalesces,
speaks:
"It is I"
Shaking, rising, embracing the com panel, leaning toward the vision:
"Parted from me and never parted"
Breath catching, fingers sweating, grasping for the vision, hearing:
"Never and always touching and touched"
Image of home…the sky, the sands, the circle, responding:
"We meet at the appointed place"
The vision wavers, returns with a promise:
"I await you"
Screen blackens and
then
Streaming, ever
streaming,
So very many stars
Perhaps, this time…too
many…