In the world's silent gaze, I am a magpie
mistaken for a thief for desiring the
desirable – my dreams stray away from
this ghost city, toward the Elysian fields,
the world beyond the portal of longing;
I am a blue dot seeking another blue dot,
to illuminate this polluted darkness with
the tattoo of a new constellation.
Come to me, my heaven – the sorrow
on my shoulders will feel lighter with you.
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