We gave the night back to the stars

Jul 29, 2022

stuck on their unfathomable trajectories,

accelerating into the everywhere

like a teenage game of chicken on the highway

somewhere out there in their dusty churn, my love,

spin everything that was and will be

eternity enough for particles like me.

I’ve given back the mystery to god.

I consent to take the world as it is,

to live a life of discovery, dear,

& disenchantment.

To see things as they are as best we can.

Our life is short, barely a blink.

Our tiny world spins on. You have my hand

our love fills all mystery like a vacuum

which is no tiny trick.

We will take whatever crumbs are left

until in time we become the same, stardust,

the residue of living.

—Patrick O’Leary 7/29/22

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