A broken starfish becomes,
in the course of time
two new ones.
No loss or memory of loss
although equipped
with a collection of eyes.
The rapture, the healing
of starfish
in the middle of so much blue
is remarkable.
They are used to growing miracles.
They are used to reaching out
and finding what they need.
No one ever tells them
they are merely husks
that were shed
from the burning stars above.
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