Must you launch rocket ships
reroute constellations- spell his name?
Must you dig through earth’s depths
iron-nickel alloy- brand his frame?
Must you craft a new language
morse it- code only he understands?
Must you tear out your heart
erase former loves- fade at his command?
foolish enthusiast-
he scarcely cares where you stand.
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