GOLD
helpless
hopeless
disconsolateno golden ladder
for easy ascentjust zero gravity and
tumbling through spaceyou cry out
to the stars for succor,
sustenance, all
those good s-wordsnone forthcoming
though the stars do berate you
like bitter parents
demanding the reason why
you should stoop
to assailing themhundreds of millions
years old
so late
in their strange livesassuming that your state,
your fate
has anything
to do
with them“Ah, yes,”
you answer
“tiny as you are
you have a
point”but I
know your physics
have read you codeauthors of the carbon
in my flesh, every dark, heavy
element, and
of course, gold
GOLD
01 Monday Jul 2019
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