At fourteen fifteen seventeen we had
no way to know how manifest our words
would reach the stars and burn themselves back home.

A few of us gleamed on to starlight speech
while others of us wrapped ourselves in webs
and others still have dissipated hurled themselves to manifest their wills between the stars.

Tonight we meet inside Goetia Springs.
We none of us are headed back to “home.”
We’re happy to be out and gone away.

We’ll celebrate the ones who’ve mastered white-hot flames between their lips
and mourn the ones inside their webs
and wonder what’s between the stars.