In the night sky
a galaxy
explodes.
The bright fire shines
in my eyes
and disappears.
Like that.
I think to myself,
we could be here
and gone.
Like that.
All of our mistakes,
murders,
and miscommunications,
erased.
Sounds nice.
Then again,
I want to continue to
make mistakes.
I don't want
this dream
to end.
We have no choice.
We must let everything
go.
All lives must
be
erased.
Others can watch
in silence
and think,
for a second,
they
still
have a chance
to make
one last
mistake.
I walk on
pursuing
mine.
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