i can’t tell the sparks from the stars

the heart of your matter
is where i am buried

along the ganges
in varanasi
they fire you up
and you burn a hole in my atmosphere
your glowing embers
light the night sky
and make their way
towards celestial moonlight

it is death
and rebirth
and i can’t tell the sparks
from the stars

i’ve shut my eyes
since i was a kid
to see the spots that light makes
in the dark
i have traced these patterns
and made them move
conducting an orchestra
that fills me
with a sense of something
that i can’t quite see when
my eyes are open
a connection
to something that isn’t
but is

the thing i seek
is the same thing
that makes me run and hide

is it death that i fear
or is it something else

is the difference
between the sparks
and the stars
the difference
between life and death

maybe it’s the way that i can’t tell the difference
that lets me know they are the same

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