THIS IS A COLLECTION OF POEMS UNDER A SINGLE TITLE
LXXV. this is an ode to the stars;
away, i say,
to the blackness that consumes you.
not today, nor tomorrow, shall the stars be conquered,
for you can only fix yourself.
not that you need to fix what was never broken.
What did you think when you read that? What did you feel? Even if it was the most unintelligible scene or incomprehensible nonsense, tell me, please. I'd like to know.