--Melissa BroderThe sky told me nothing about myselfThe stars told me nothing about myselfJupiter gave me zeroExcept that I am dustWhich is a lot to go onBut not enough to stop the deathWhere are we going to live?I said to my unknown selfWhen one of us is deadShe did not sayBut opened up a curtainWhere her silence livedAnd I went behind the curtainAnd laid my skeleton downI lay in silence as she stroked my tired headAnd then I heard a roaring crowdAnd knew that I had been onstageAnd knew that I was good
[via poetry daily]
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