Outdated Maps 1
You ask if I know any constellations
I could point to the sky
And connect any seven stars
And name one for you
But we will never know
How much of what we see is
Just an afterimage
Light from frozen suns
Dead for eons
That has taken all this time
Just to cross
Our expanding universe
So I tell you no
I don’t know any constellations
And you don’t say anything
And the moment is over
We’re standing together but
Not touching
Ever-slowing
Moving apart
Growing cold
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