Deliberate

 

Something more

than what we were.

A brilliant star

in a spiral galaxy.

Reaching out

to touch the fingers

of another.

 

Perfect birth

and perfect destruction.

None of these things

happens by accident.

When you tell me

“It’s time.”

I’m inclined to believe you.

Nothing in your vibration

speaks a lie.

 

We are reaching out.

Inwards,

we are standing

at the center,

trying to change

the universe

deliberately.

 

Whatever

we destroy

will only be

built up again.

The hands of men

tend to bend

to order.

 

Everything

we build

will be

destroyed

in time;

atrophy,

entropy,

or anger.

 

Some might see

freedom in neglect,

but they are merely

playthings

of their own

childish desires

and failings.

 

Unknown

is the end state,

so love

must be

a deliberate act.

 

There are only

so many reasons

we’ll reach out

to touch fire.

 

 

HG – 2021

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