My Star Wranglers
To have a dusting of staticJust enough that the two
Can never touch
To take a serious message
Casually
Because the sender reaches for stars
Further than any stars I have attempted
Grasping
I look down at empty hands
Each day I wake up
And before I fall asleep
I look for the Star Wranglers
I know who they are
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