From Stellar Ephemerides

II.

And I begged the heavens
to keep breathing with me

And you laid there, cold as clouds
that covered your body, you

And I turned to stars, eyes
burned bright as I sleep

And you grieved for a wake,
wished you were dead, and begged

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