Gaseous drifting ball origin.

Cast out
Meant to illuminate
Traveling miles
Dodging whole planets
Not to be deterred.

Primary target?
Your eyes, your squint
The most awkward of trophies
But proof none-the-less
Of a small moment
So intimate the innumarable
Atoms and photons in the universe
Will all exist in some other reality
Unable to ever experience the

And though the nerves in your head
Have the knee jerk reaction to repel the
Flurry of glowing suitors, to launch
Them back out to the world, somewhere
Deep below the root of your brain
You feel an appreciation of your
Being no one else ever thought to say.

Ocular love story; that small
Burst of light awkwardly courting
Your trebuchet eyes.


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