Consider the earthworm
as I run past on streets
no longer considered
Indigenous landscapes
pitter-patter of feet
in the rain each footstep
clutches after firm ground
kick a branch and stumble
under darkness and cold
pitter-patter of feet
wonder why stars shimmer
heavenly stellar light
arcs space-time in straight lines
trajectory unknown
in my two hands, I hold
significance long past
not that I can show you
only tears I have lost
losing is integral
objets d'art obtain worth
no longer valuable
given the market price
erratic rise and fall
recently here, now gone
here is no longer here
eternally missing
recently here, now gone
edge of the universe
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