Star

He plucked the sun
that one
white star, too big
for me to see,
the hot for me to feel.
It blinded me,
it burned
my fragments away,
the old
and the dead,
until I was
a star myself,
the star of my heart,
shining brilliantly
like his light,
and we
burned twice,
like a candle
that lit
the whole cosmos.

// 18 Sep 2021

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