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All Roads Lead to the Stars

Longitude of roads
From mind to mind�s eye
Impressed in memory
As a swing of a typewriter key
Impresses into parchment
In a white-light drenched moment

As a supernatural sun
Is a preternatural star

Littering glitter over the mind
That becomes � Beauty�s victim
Searching for a sign
Enmeshed in space and time
Where optical networks
Convey the neurons of emotions
Presenting intricate questions
Existing behind curtains

We are made of star
We live under sun

I thought of my love
I thought of your love

The composition of you
The composition of me

The sun � The star
The star � The sun

I thought of the memory
Composed of you and me

What does it all mean?