"My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations." - John Green
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They all glow with varied fury
with raging heat, emitting light
Each a small piece of a story
or a character in the night

Some will capture brief attention
as they streak across my sky
Dipping in and out of focus
fleeting past my mind’s dull eye

A few twinkle in sheer beauty
in buoyant reds and whites and blues
Others flounder, out of vision
in dim undiscerning hues

Some explode before they vanish
and get lost to time and space
but spread their magic far and wide
to make my mind a better place

Oh, these specks of light might guide me
as one-by-one, I see and grin
But to view as constellations? -
No, I really can’t begin