How could the stars
once grasped so tightly in my hand
explode so quickly?
Why does purpose elude me?
Am I doomed to wander disconnected
Irregular, detached
Shattered
on this superfluous ball of clay?
Screaming through life
Silently
Hoping that nothing will magically
miraculously
turn into something for someone who no longer believes in miracles
Who no longer believes in perfection?
A world holding no answers
no meaning
is no world of mine.
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