Interlude 6

At night I turn my four-walled room

Into a galaxy.

Soaked myself with gasoline of dreams;

I lit my own flesh

To become one of the stars,

But my dreams aren’t enough to sustain

The star I wanted to become.

Some stars fall to Earth.

So does me every morning.

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