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Child of the Universe
There’s a pain in my cosmos
it’s just left of the point
where Jupiter’s orbit bisects
the web of stars that expands and contracts
when I breathe or think of you.
Or of all the other children I’ve lost
golden hair spun like rays
from far-off galaxies with names
I’ve forgotten as my memory dulls
spins off and vanishes into nothingness.
But especially you, beloved point of
reference, fixed source of light
your laughter remembered even
in the darkest night, illuminating
this gloom of forgetfulness.
That is slowly obscuring my vision
slowing my thoughts
as inertia overtakes me
even the whirling slowing
everything freezing, becoming motionless
until all that remains
is this image of you, dream child
all lit up with the fire
of eternal youth.
Waiting for something new
to unite us once again.
© Johnmichael Simon
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