Cacti universe

I wanted to look at the stars, let the wind cradle me-
And close my eyes,
I looked up for the stars, found none.
Only darkness all around.
I returned to the narrow space from where I came
Hoping the day I close my eyes, I would find one.

"When will you have kids?" They ask
"What do we have to offer them?" I think
Star-less skies,
Air to choke up on,
Dark clouds everywhere with not a creak for light.

Run,run they pressure me
I am okay to crawl
I think
Scared to be too loud.
- Rabendā
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