To become kings and queens
In our own closed kingdoms
We still find a purpose in everything
Especially our own
Contrary ways
As humans we feel entitled
To a mass infusion of hope
An inoculation against the future
Our diplomats to the various planets
Come back empty-handed
They say life’s a gift
But only if you’re free to choose it
These first stars of spring
Whose love wants nothing back
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