V

Andromeda Stars

When I was born,

a comet trailed across the sky

what was then lore of a shooting star,

a kindred soul that fell away

at my announcement,

my parents stood still in awe

and decided to name me after the

magnificence of our galaxy

Aesthesia, in our language,

born of the adromeda

with two symbols woven in

that pertain to "history"

thus etching in my imagination

from early on the curiosity

about the stories of lands and worlds

the past, present, and future

which entwine together

civilization and purpose

Now, as I return to wander

in the violet air

I close my eyes,

sensing the motherly comfort

of the galaxy,

its ambient companionship

and understanding

as though we are twins

born from the same source

I material and it immaterial

I wonder how many pages you’d need

to chronicle the life of

an entire galaxy

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