please tell me that it is okay
to space out from
time to time
out in space,
there is a man with armpits and kneecaps
between nebulas dangling below a belt line
from his trio of objects he gives birth to sons and stars
the others watch as he murders the bull
I am the child that gets his eyes covered
censoring the violence in the sky
that knew me like brother in the womb
makes you a liar
and where is my Polaris
how do I tell my children where we came from
when the stars themselves ask the same question
are we not all infants
enjoying the motions of a mobile
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