over my head

on the constellation of my universe,
a huge query point gives an answer
very precisely to a question asked, —

please take care of that, — if it isn't
over my head, shouldn't be on yours
on the constellation of your universe,
all my stars surround you in beauty,
me to be seen in you created again, —

so i rose up in the same row twice
and got memorized for the third time
on the constellation of both universes
personified in an unsteady steady way
we're a bit of something finely angled


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