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    dots Submission Name: Infinitydots

    Author: wovenwords
    ASL Info:    19/F/Washington
    Elite Ratio:    2.46 - 108/303/189
    Words: 277
    Class/Type: Poetry/
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       We've been learning a lot about the sestina style in poetry class. With the sestina, each line ends with one of the 6 repeated words you choose at the beginning. In this one, the words are: sky, stone, infinity, night, afraid, and us.

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    At dusk on that dark blue night,
    I propped my back against your gravestone
    and thought about the infinity
    of your death—
    it’s just the two of us
    again, so speak, don’t be afraid.

    The wind an eerie whisper, I’m afraid
    you won’t come sit with me under the cover of night.
    Time was never kind to us,
    but it’s possible we were too stoned
    to notice, talking lazily of death,
    of how outer space stretched its arms to infinity.

    There were times those nights screamed infinity
    but under the stars and thin smoke, we weren’t afraid;
    our choked chuckles mocked death
    our Mother was the night
    Her stars precious stones,
    held in the sky just for us.

    They all called us
    futureless; stealing our infinity
    and casting the first stone—
    you whispered to me in the dark that you were afraid.
    Something fell off the shelf inside me that night,
    toppling slowly to its death.

    On the morning after your death
    they called us
    all to the auditorium; I was playing McLean’s “Starry, Starry Night”
    on my headphones; its four minutes an infinity,
    but I didn’t press stop. I’m afraid
    that I went out to sit, alone, on the stairs of stone,

    to get stoned
    alone for the first time after your death.
    I turned off McLean, afraid
    his words would explain too much about us,
    about you, about your race towards infinity,
    about your launch into the universe’s starry, starry night.

    Stars fall like stones from the night sky.
    I sit and wonder if death brought you your infinity.
    Maybe if I knew, I wouldn’t be so afraid.

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