The stars speak

I looked up into the night’s sky to derive meaning

I studied the constellations to divine any gleaning

They answered back in cold indifference

I was left an infinite cosmic vociferance

Nothing but my lung’s breath ascending before me

Vaporous fleeting in a prophetic and descending reverie

The dots of light in the sky hint of galaxies and worlds unknown

Each one more barren than the next- optimism lost its throne

What has become of this nous in my being?

The eye’s darkness is great indeed- unseeing

The stars speak to me in a language I knew from birth

The cursed speech of a slave-race chained to the earth

They tell me in all their celestial glory not to gaze on the cosmic seas

I could never dream in a billion lifetimes of being arrayed as one of these

O foolish man that I am searching for fiery hope in a tepid existence

Behold your futility as all life churns monotonously in bloody resistence

The stars speak

The stars speak

But do not seek

But do not seek

-CL Fuqua

Published by clfuqua87

Old soul with stories to tell.

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