the dross of the comet
is our gold of the sky
as it draws too close
a spectacle explodes in the air
extinct through flash and glitter
like our bodies, slammed together and shattered
we created light and spark
but the dust from our crash is floating down
falling in the eyes of the watching
breathed to the lungs of the breathing
sped quick through the blood
to the hearts that are beating
and we will remain in the ground and the blood
and we'll wait
for our celestial bodies have met
they have been torn apart
but may they rest and grow
to be reunited again
in the pulse of the world
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