Dark Fast Slow

yes
we were destined to be stars
yes
we burn
on in the sky
on wheeling through
scattering dust
bright dark fast slow
consumed
in one way or another
yes
we are we were bright
yes
we were destined to be stars
but no brighter than
any others
spots of bright yes but
in a sea of brightness
does it matter
‘you are a star and not a comet’
they said
‘be grateful’
alas maybe we
wanted to be comets smaller
yes
much smaller but once every
fifty sixty seventy one hundred
million years
a comet may plunge forward
toward its star
to be a rare phenomenon
yes
we burned bright
but we were casual wonders
doomed to burn to wither quietly
because yes
we were destined to be stars but
no
were not destined
to be great