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suppose our skin is paper
and organs ornate origami,
connected with tissues, toil,
and folded cranes?
would we perhaps cherish
our fragile, fleeting bodies
a bit more carefully?
death
makes me feel anciently young.
peering down into starry skies,
chattering birdsongs and ditties
about nothing,
i wish upon them, never change,
be brave; don't give up anything
you'd regret later.
hold them tighter, breaking
my little wishing stars
into sons of great bearing.
but then i look up,
and see suns setting
day-by-night by day.
where are you going?
whispers the black-veil sky.
i set fire to the clouds,
and horizons bleed orange
fading to ashen dusk.
my answer is given
at the turning point.
i am going
to the other side.
ah, that answer is typical.
will i see you
again?
yes.
someday.
and organs ornate origami,
connected with tissues, toil,
and folded cranes?
would we perhaps cherish
our fragile, fleeting bodies
a bit more carefully?
death
makes me feel anciently young.
peering down into starry skies,
chattering birdsongs and ditties
about nothing,
i wish upon them, never change,
be brave; don't give up anything
you'd regret later.
hold them tighter, breaking
my little wishing stars
into sons of great bearing.
but then i look up,
and see suns setting
day-by-night by day.
where are you going?
whispers the black-veil sky.
i set fire to the clouds,
and horizons bleed orange
fading to ashen dusk.
my answer is given
at the turning point.
i am going
to the other side.
ah, that answer is typical.
will i see you
again?
yes.
someday.
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Because so many people commented on it, I'd like to leave my mighty important opinion on the anciently young phrase, too! It didn't really appeal to me, it felt somehow... umm I don't know how to describe it in litrary terms so I'll try in visual ones - if your poem was a soft watercolor painting this phrase would be the sharp outline of masking fluid. It just felt somehow out of place. Anyway, enough blabbering about that, or you might decide I don't like the poem. Which I don't. I love it! The images you create are simply amazing, they resonate so well in my mind I swear my fingers start itching for a paint brush.