Existence grafts

All the Stars We Cannot See

Some of us are born in cities made of steel and fog 

Never laid our wondering, sleep-deprived eyes 

Upon the glittering skin of a star 

But you’ve probably seen the sun 

It’s just….less magical up close 

That’s kind of how

All things go 

So beautiful when far away 

Some of us our born on hillsides without map names 

The sky absolutely freckled with glamor and shine 

It’s almost like a night-time city up there 

Which is also beautiful 

But man-made landscapes 

Always feel so damn 

Artificial 

We call things separate from ourselves “natural” 

As if we are not meant to be a part of this world

Is it arrogance or ocean-deep shame that 

Causes us to be 

“Unnatural?” 

#humanity