and where do you think you are
collecting a casket of lost stars
like butterflies in a broken jar
flying swiftly to the nearing far
burning candle-stellations lined upon the cellar
from the wardrobe resides the comets' lair ajar
unto the window paths--- the beaming breath from our scars
tears of solar flares igniting the frozen memoir
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