Staring up starling
from the burnt out hero
across cascade cavalcades
and run-a-muck change.
And flailing fingers
and crashing chords
and drummed jungle beats
to call one home.
And mighty mountains
that pull up roots
and divide such things apart.
Taken and halved
and shared among many
the inconsistencies begin to start.
Starting again starling
from battles lost not won.
Starting up starling.
Heat just burning born from sun.
Streak across night sky.
Streak although just born.
Streak and burn out slowly.
Because travel you'll go is much more.
-Matthew Koutzun
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