On her trajectory through the universe
On or off course
Of course we'll have a laugh, and laugh
About this shining star
This meteor, this asteroid
This creature born on Mars
Flying through the universe
Light, on fairy wings
Picking up that astral dust
Killing all the things
She made and things that made her up
She pulls like gravity
A whirlpool down, round, to the floor
The dark bed of the sea
A place where all the energy
Shrinks neatly to a size
Smaller than a nickel, larger than a dime
And in that spot, round and dry
(a miracle, it's dry)
Lie the answers of her birth
Lie the reasons why.
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