We are human and our form is a corruption of starlight
poured like heavy syrup into soft-skinned molds,
like decorative soaps, or candles.
Like the stars we burn fiercely, reluctantly,
as a dragon consumes its golden hoard.
Of my eyes, of my skin, the stars shall know nothing.
--Campbell McGrath, a selection from his forthcoming Seven Notebooks, published in mipoesias.com
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