Something that each must: Something that each must personally, intentionally and existentially work through; each being at varying points along the journey of reckoning.
And if only there was a way: And if only there was a way to say what is left unsaid... oh wait... there is! And this poem is definitely one of those ways.
And a far more useful way to charge our thought-filled days! Thanks for sharing.
This paints a different: This paints a different picture from what my mind and reading conjure but perhaps are more linked than what first appears on the surface. I saw Iron Man and his cohort and the whole range pov of society and the cosmos. Of course there's that and the dollar generating factor of the MCU. And this is a reading of only one viewpoint of your ironclad poem.
Powerful: "The five stars you can see from
My yard start to give off their barely
visible glow
So faint, that's how a city makes you feel
If you let it get to you"
Having grown up in a big city, I not only fully get the "five stars" reference, I know that the sentiments you express - "so faint, that's how a city makes you feel.." - are ones that quite a few friends and acquaintances experienced. The way you make the comparison, with even such majestic and raging sources of light as stars being all but drowned out in the city, is the peak point of what is a fantastic poem, end to end.
I only wish to have come across this sooner. It's an instant favorite.
Yet there are those who will: Yet there are those who will try to "link" the stars. Pride, indeed, causes memory loss when it comes to recalling just how small we are.
Despite the delay in my: Despite the delay in my reply, I really do appreciate your words. Even on the most dismal day, your comments can perk me right up.
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