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A star is born
makes it sound so easy, painless bit of destiny
just follow the bouncing ball
As if incantation was enough
book of spells, a charm,
love potion number nine
Trot out the self-help chorus
nine out of ten doctors, dentists, pharisees
Advise, admonish, absolve, repeat
And so we buy the tales
immaculate conception
pedigree decreed, signed and sealed
Horoscopic, zodiacal
as it was written, so it’s gotta be
written in the stars we say
But you know sky writing
how it spreads and fades
stars or clouds. it’s all Doppler dude
Each star, any pearl
began with a grain
and mote by mote, became
Divine inspiration a farce
the quest for short-cuts, a tragedy
hapless el dorado wannabees
Stars or art, or peace
no route via Easy Street
just hours, days, generations
Mote by mote,
accretion accelerated by gravity
heaven or hell
It has always been our choice
