what stars are souls

the plain of stars
by Robin Wyatt Dunn

and what shall we say
when we are rearranged
out on the plain of stars

when our times are lamplights in the dawn
of generations stranger —

tell me the name of the soul
And I’ll grow old,

When lights are weakening our grasp on the found —

We found a round!
We found a round of time!
This life on earth, and the beyond —

What shall we say
When we are rearranged
on this plain of stars,
Can it be we spoke the stamen of jack’s beanstalk,
Elevator from the planet earth,
And seasons rip my stenciled hearth
Out from my feeble human hand —

The word of shamans never spends enough to wrap
The things we’ll see soon —

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Robin Wyatt Dunn writes and teaches in Los Angeles. You can find him online at http://www.robindunn.com.