Shooting Star

Tearing through the fabric of what is

Flowing through the atmosphere Like a bird Like a stream of air Like a cloud

All of reality looks different Like a cartoon Like a story Like a joke

A flight around the world Everything changes Yet nothing does It’s the same cartoon

Circling the planet again and again what changes the most is what changes the least

I want to dive into the forests below I want to skim and get wet on the surface of oceans

I want to be a cloud that disintegrates, emptying itself on a moment of time

I want to howl across the atmosphere beyond what everyone sees beyond what everyone believes

When someone looks up I want to be that very brief glimpse that cannot be defined

A shooting star disappears in a second I want to be the wake of that star

I want to grant the wish someone made I want to be in the sky even as I look up

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