Let's talk of failures.
The worlds of should of's.
The expansive sky full of
Dead star's lights,
As if trying to send blinking morse code cautionary messages,
But we're too enamored of the spectacles to read.
Of failures to do this or that, or because we did.
Really, what is failure but
Another speck of light
Trying to be seen.
Another angle exposed and reflected
from the tangled prism of being.
Do we fail to learn or learn to fail?
Don't we just want to be luminous, and does failing make us any less so?