Quasar

Young and drawing in light
‘to grow up,’ holds the
moon’s shadow, swallows
the sun, too slowly
and it’s better than soup
warming the lips/it

burns | move along
or maybe this burning
place will hold on

to gravity of the
heart, slumbering stone,
eyes like a cup

of black tea. But, a human
cares against common sense,
same way a star sinks

into nowhere and gives
a world and gives a name.

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