She sat by the window
The closer she looked at it
The farther she got from it
cause the thought that she brought to the window
got lost in it…
The stars are no closer
or bleeker or dimmer
Each eye that is closing is an opening eye
The part that’s uncovered is the one that remains
Dark doorways
Unfixed and out in the hall
Stirring back the feedback
one page at a time
Scribbling orbits
Planet gravity and low light
You are not who you are not
You are the star that does not remain in the windowpane
and the one that does remain
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