Night

How dare we all?
Go into that night, at all.
We who create all the meaning
there ever was, and is, and is to come.

We who carry life heavy,
because it is,
and see everything by light,
because we are
(made of stars).

We who compose cities of stars,
but don’t know, or don’t remember,
if we’ve been here before this,
if we know more than this,
if we ever did, or ever will,
if that night contains us, or
if it’s just a vacuum made from
the sheer power of the lives we
lead, then leave.

melissa suarez

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