“He flashes me his faded hands
and all I see are dark constellations.
I try to trace them with
invisible lines,
to create new
orbits for wayward planets
that strain against my pull
And let go finally-
nothing could keep them
within.
He thanks me for what I have done
and I move along full
of unused gravity.”
-Starshuffler
renga by FreakShow Performance Poetry Group
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