Cold fire scattered across sparkling skies,
Eternal hunter seeking everlasting foe.
I’d be empty without-
Lost without-
The certainty of uncertainty.

I fight, nightmare dreams, seen and unseen.
I need, to find something left to find.
The lights you send, Betelgeuse, Rigel
May not even be there, now.

I know, in the seeking, we see, and
in finding, we are found.


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