A seastar lay upon an endless shore,
a coral splash on miles of white.
Scooped up in her small palm,
it curled into a puckered bulb.
Breath drawn by its hidden life,
she could not stop her sigh,
nor its questioning tail...
to show her the way.
It gave no movement, no stir,
nor sign on the white...
but what did she expect, an answer,
some quiet insight?
Strained thoughts spilled over the star,
"I've come too far - too far if grains on this shore
be sands of time I've left too many behind -
too many not to know the way."
The answer came in a slow blossom...
that held a truth only the simplest could convey:
that Every star
points Every way.















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That's what me's likes to hears ^^
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I threw a small stone down at the reflection of my image in the water...I burst as it shattered through me like a bullet through a bottle...
and I'm expected to believe that any of this is real?
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