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i feel trapped

again, the

yellow stars,

dancing mockingly,

in freefall.

cursed in this

land, the trees root

themselves, sparse.

but i feel each

one more than the

last.

if i cry, they

spread, my tears

do no comfort but

spread rivers,

more food

for sprouting.

and the pull of

the moon,

my soul reaches

for it, too, something

close enough, glowing

you light my world.

my orb.