She watched a bleeding star fall straight into a wave
And oh my lord, she thought, I think it shattered on the water
Into burning blue confessions
(Some call this bioluminescence)
And scattered into words across the shore
Her search is for each one
(They call this power of undoing, or fear of the undone)
But she fell hard
And hasn’t been the same*

*see causality, attractors, strange edges of chaos, ‘never, ever, ever, ever, ever satisfied,’ or retrocausal loss and re-engagement

If you want, she says, you can go with her any time. ‘If you want.’ And then she adds ‘no worries if not.’