Hope is a star
Burning radiantly
Distant as the universe
Yet beautiful and infinite
The End of the World
Is pocked by violence
And endless division
But, like the Star
Who eventually explodes
In wondrous marvel
Hatred can shapeshift
And become light
Like the dying Star
Hope persists
Oft hidden
Or covered by cloud
But always there
For an open heart
To rediscover
The AM Intrigue 
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