Poem by Isabelle Sorrells

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Can I pull the heavens down to meet me?

I want to go there

I want to float among the stars in the void.

But I can’t

So I’ll pull them down

One by one

As if they were paper cut-outs on my ceiling.

Until I have brought the heavens down around me

I will not stop.

My job will never be done

Until I have it all.