somewhere you speak of a star
bigger
thirty times
than our star and you say
you have seen it from your
telescope
where you stand
how the star explodes
and then
gone, leaving just a space,
a patch of
black dot
in your eyes,
i do not wish to understand you further
with your calculations
about the risks, the dangers, the consequences
of what happens
in that distant sky
here i am in my daily cares, i remember
feeding corn to the chickens, or cleaning my car, or
frying my cues,
or simply sitting by the stair
and just merely looking at the passing butterfly
hovering
in the summer air
what do i know about distance?
what do i care about distant stars
how they explode and how
the space starts to become empty, and grow another star again?
what i know of is simple enough
i do not know you
anymore, and i think, i am about to explode
and i think
i may become empty like what you are telling me
about that space left by the exploding star
and i am afraid
i am the kind of person
in this place
of the universe
that does not know how to grow a star again
after an explosion
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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