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Stellar System

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And I fall.
There is no other word for it,
It is a long and constant journey, where I know there is no end,
But I cannot recall the beginning.
There must have been one, and
the back of my brain is fuzzy with a memory, distant,
yet the length of this trip makes me think that
my lack of retention is nothing more than the
dizzying wind in my eyes blowing my past away.

And I fall.
There is no other word for it.
The cosmos look so pretty as streaking splatters of light,
all pink and green and glowing,
pinpoints of paint dragged on a needle's tip as I pass.
The universe is a finger painting from a ghost of my former self,
a girl that I no longer remember,
a history that will simmer in the stars without me.
I am not here for the shades of days gone by.
I have already passed by them.
Goodbye.

And I fall.
There is no other word for it.
There are little clips of light that blind me,
a shard of ice or a slice of a life
that is no longer mine, and shall never be again.
And that's all right.
Because I never held it in my hands,
that fleeting, fiery quickness that blends with
sunshine and soul.
A clever contriving of mind, body, and soul.
And here, amongst the comets, it means no more to me
than a sunset or a spring thunderstorm.

And I fall.
I cannot think of another word for it.
For what is a fall but a leaving,
a removal from what trips you,
an escape from that which yearns to trick you.
An escape, indeed. A voyage through the vastness,
my flight from a celestial throw that sought to bring me down.
And though I fly to the southernmost corners of space,
There is nothing here that can drive me to the dirt.

And I fall.
That is all there is to it.
My gallop through the galaxy, which lends its
brilliant masterpieces for my mind's eye to feast.
A distraction to pull me from my memories, a way
to keep me from thinking.
After all, I am not here to think.
I am here because I couldn't bear to.
And the heavens are so pretty today,
Think, and I'd miss them.
And who would then marvel at their works?
I am their audience, and there cannot be a show
with no one in the seats.

I fall.
After all, that is what it is.
A long and constant sail.
To fall, to fly, a landing never landing.
A piece of the sky takes a piece of my heart,
A trip through the stellar system.
What should take a lifetime has tempted me
for the fullness of the clock's timed cycle,
and from behind the closed shades of my eyes,

I fall.
I actually wrote this a while ago, for a contest put on by the CBC last year. I didn't win by a loooooooooooong shot (thousands of entries, many by pros of the poem-writing world) but I still it's kinda cool. I didn't post it here in the slim chance that they didn't want it posted anywhere else. But since that was a year ago, I think it's all good.

Comments and critiques are always yadda yadda yadda use your words, people.
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PrinceOfFire's avatar
I like it. Very visual. :D