I stretch stretch

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I reach out for a star

I wiggle my fingers

Swishing tips

Imagined length added

I reach out for that star.

Spot of light in a black bed of nothingness,

My brain sees a 5 pointed star.

Twinkling star it may be

But there are no 5 points;

A pinprick ball it twinkles

I reach out for that star

A little bit more

My fingers will grab it

If only the tips can touch

Bent head, smiling to myself

I stretch my body, my toes,

Everything growing my finger tips,

I reach out some more

Just a little bit more.

In that vast nothingness

I hear nothing;

The voices in my head

The voices around me

that violent pornography of words

faced with a black nothingness

is a silent pantomime of lips.

I reach out some more

A dead planet, a star?

What is in a star?

I reach out unaware it died a long time ago?

I reach out for a star

It twinkles

It shines

I reach out some more

Fingers wiggle

Swishing tips

Twisted body

A little bit more

5 points become a pinprick ball

Stellar corpus

I am the star

By I.S.