To a teeming planet's pursuits.
An orb's cares of little note to
A nebula's galactic routes.
That clusters are splintered complete
By black holes be universal.
One has to ask the question, then:
Why risk we the heart's dispersal?
Because we must.
© Jeff Stilwell 2012
(For the Meadowdale Players as they embark on their next show. Long will they reign in my memory, numbering among the brightest talents I have worked with on the stage.)
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