Orion
I was wrong.
I used to believe
Constellations were a vain creation
A whimsical attempt to extract meaning
From the presence of light
To find method in an abyss of darkness
However
Now I understand
Their enticement
Elaborate distractions
Offering ubiquitous fantasies
Countless dreams enslaved to our sky
That transcend my dull existence
Providing hope
Of beauty in this life
A naïve comfort
Awaiting desolate entities
Despite their unobtainable distance
My eyes wander
In search of a drowned radiance
To indulge in their merciful diversion
From my own reality
As I gaze upon stars
Far away from this planet
Far away from me.
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