Star
I think if I was a trillion-year-old
star blazing, always in deep transformation,
pulling planets into my orbit and asteroids
and the tips of angel-wings, bypassing,
touching, fearless, as bright or brighter
manoeuvring with unexpected harmony
then remembering would be easy – to see
the past as a sealed perfection, no matter
how apparently flawed, to see myself
as the same
then I would vibrate in a place where there is
no guilt, no lack, and all I do
and all I can not do would be set as
a rock on a shore –
full of dents, instructions and veins
of rich (sometimes glowing) colours inside
it would be enough to be that rock
or that star – one thing, whole,
changing without struggle,
combusting or eroding
without attachment, without pain.
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Copyright © by Allison Grayhurst 2025
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First published in “Winamop” December 2025
https://www.winamop.com/ag2500.htm
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Published in “Raven Cage Zine” December 2025
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https://allisongrayhurst.com/wp-content/uploads/2026/01/RavenCageZine99.pdf
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