Under the binary star  Credit: NASA/Tod Strohmayer (GSFC)/Dana Berry (Chandra X-Ray Observatory)
Of I-love-you // you-do-not-exist,
grass grew unchecked,
disturbed within the confines
of all those colours.

The little wooden man sat
At a rock scored by the wind,
and grass rose high
and waved wildly above
like an eternal hand.

Between the now and tomorrow
White leaves flourished, rustling
as steps advanced
and went by unstopping
where the hopes lay buried.

Whole planets turned, raising
Continents above the magma,
the little wooden man held
onto the grassblades
so brittle, so cutting.

And the rain was a blessing.

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