That your eyes catch light
From light years away,
If you tilt your head
At some starry night—
Your skin’s being brushed
By the constant waves
Of photons that sink
In you to vanish
From so many times,
Each one of those stars
At a vast distance
From each other one,
So that the near pasts,
Middle, and deep pasts,
The lights traveling
Since you were a child,
The lights traveling
Since such words like stars
Were first passed around,
The lights traveling
Since the pyramids,
Since bipeds, since life,
Since sun, are landing
On you, all at once.
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