When you pour yourself into a fractured cup

You will find that nothing will ever fill you up.

Keep spilling your heart and soul inside

Until you are exhausted with that endless tide

The pouring of yourself into another’s heart

The burning up yourself to light the dark

Until you are as cold and quiet as ash

Your love a dry metallic cash

In this new economy of selflessness

Where they are all and you are less and less.

And yet dimished as you seem

Fix your eye on your unchanging dreams

For now you live in an abandoned home

But step outside beneath the dome

Of a thousand shining guiding stars

Recalling what you were and where you are


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