If I had known I would get old
I would have cut more trees
Hewn more rock and thrown a net
Over more stars for you.
But I thought only of now
Of an infinite now
Vowels forming on my tongue
And yes now, and then
You were bored or rowed
I was unawed by your rapport
Or deportment and cursed insecure.
So now when I hew rock
Curl vowels
Or pull a bright star from my net
Hauled back from the sky at dawn
It's just another lump of fusion
Just hydrogen becoming helium
Chemistry where the magic's gone.
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