Black hole

I looked high up to distant, empty space
in search, perhaps, of who I might have been
when I was younger, foolish, lacking grace
but full of childish wonderment and keen,
so keen to start upon the ways of men
whom I looked up to, learned from, loved;
men I thought would know the where and when
of how we might live lives no longer shoved
from here to their and back again, like pawns
in games controlled by silent, unseen hands
of unknown forces drawing up each new dawn's
sun beneath which every hopeless dreamer stands.
That distant space seemed empty for good reason.
Boys who name it live for all time with that treason.
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