Eternal Recurrence

Through a three-inch window

Its chipped frame shedding dust

I see a boy gazing up

And away from his father’s rage

Under these same stars

We tiptoed on sky-diamonds

Like lily pads on a river

Through uninhabitable space

Our paths transversal

Indelibly linked

There are people in this world

Who will echo in your bones

For eternity, and oh

My bones

Ache

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