I’m not just a bad poet,
I’m also a starry-eyed hypocrite,
every day I write about beauty, truth and love
and every day I fail them, but even though I can’t touch the stars
I can still see them, and every day they guide me,
so as I trudge through this difficult world,
the stars light my heavens
while my failings stir my soul.
DF. W-S 2005 XXXIX/VII
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