Shoot me to the sky

with the moon and the feeling

that soon

the Utopian doom you expect me to reach

will cease to teach me

to preach about a world

where we could love instead of fight,

where there would be no special right to be fighting over,

a disclosure so far-fetched

that it might be best to keep it to

myself: a helpless, hopeful creature

with the Universe as her teacher,

wandering through the sky with the moon in her eyes,

and thinking of Utopia as time flies by.

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