only stars are orginal
they were not at all impressed
of their observant and watchful eye
many lost their appetite to touch
in the midst of their apathy,
those indigo souls became
forgotten, dismissed, and misunderstood.
generally okay with that
it provided time
to dream
to wonder
to see
they were
admirer of stars who could not give a damn
everything here was a fabrication of something else
only the stars
present the complicated nature of being human
They are the only thing we can call original.
their ability to exit themselves and inhabit other bodies
Is a gift of life
full of complexity and slipperiness
alone we would never have the
ability to adapt, escape, innovate, and mutate
It is by far a stunning act of generosity
we can only watch this kind from the sky,
shooting across the universe as endless rain.
