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I longed for different truths.

I prayed to the stars for an extraordinary existence,

one in which the inner world was true and

magic was the law.

If somebody were to glance at me as I

prayed up into the night,

they could have noticed the glint

of ancient starlight in my eyes.

There is a lot of distance between

ourselves and the stars. We might not ever cross

such vast seas.

We can only picture ourselves

on the other side.

What is the opposite of disillusion?

Year after year I returned to an

ocean that reached for me no matter how far

back I moved my towel to escape the tide. At night

I returned again to the beach. The

desperate ocean; a soundtrack

to the stars.

I prepared for magic

to exist only in a metaphor.

But don’t you understand how

the ocean longs for me?

The metaphor is true.

The universe does not have the eyes to see it–