I missed it, the rising star.
I had chosen instead,
to look at the setting sun
as my last vision.
I thought that was all to it.
Maybe, if I had waited a little longer..
But I couldn't have. The moment was stolen
and tried as I might, I could not have turned back to
grasp its end..
So I stood still.
The star?
well, it had chosen to rise without me.
Hah! Desertion in the deserts.
Poetic, this justice.
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