Old stars lean into the dark with fierce ambitions. What are their dreams? To perish & become what a butterfly is. Give up the light & with the help of a wind, change into whatever intimation of beauty the ferment can bare.
To behold our Sister is to delight in the spontaneity of gas & dust that gather in the interest of love. Such is the freedom that enjoys the living form. Certain is being alive the satisfaction of a sun. Thus liberty where propensities thrive?
Every manifestation of beauty is in anticipation of a perishing star. The ambitions of the dead are intimated in the small who create from an understanding of what each of us are. Alive today, my ways will influence what is born from stellar decay.
Adelpha bredowii
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