I'm just a deaf poet that revels
in the silence of my poem.
A star gazer staring at infinite
nothingness, scattered between
stars, many light years away.
In many ways, I'm a star.
Not that I'm dead.
Nor did I earn my rights
to end up a star in the afterlife.
When I gaze at a star,
I gaze into its past.
Because, physics.
And as I look at me,
I'm gazing into the past,
that made me.
Much like the star,
I am light years
away from me,
a distant past.
I'm a star, light years away.
I'm a star, with years to live,
but not enough light.
I'm a star.
And the nothingness in between.
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