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why do we live when 

moons and planets and suns and stars 

and constellations and galaxies 

and galaxy clusters 

and universes and multiverses 

and hundreds of dimensions 

only die in the end?

for what reason 

do we thread astroflowers 

through our hair and wear our tears like 

pearls around our necks, tears that 

sparkle when rigel rises 

over the cassipeian astromeadows,

for what reason do we run 

as if we could live forever, 

running over milky way trails and 

over the edge of the great andromeda 

then skimming over the butterfly galaxy, 

riding bikes around condor galaxy and 

collecting the rings of planets as we go, 

wearing them around our delicate 

fingers that bleed every time we 

touch something explosive?

for what reason 

do we bleed suns and moons from our eyes 

every time we get sad (which is every time) 

for what reason do we try to live? 

when the stars only die in the end?