This is one of those stupid trick poems— a buddy of SNZ gave me six words to poem.

stars, wind, emotions, peace, desire, radiant

Up-On—like upon ..get it.

Do stars desire
the constellations
of our conceits

A win of others’
emotions on the wind

Once radiant, We
ravish their entropy,
and too busybody
past a peace
too dim


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