Start with Crazy Aunt Purl, and her going off on a tangent of Langston Hughes.

So I went to the library and snatched up the first volume of poems in a collection, and opened the book looking for that poem and found Star Seeker;

I have been a seeker
Seeking a flaming star,
And the flame white star
Has burned my hands
Even from afar.

Walking in a dream-dead world
Circled by iron bars,
I sought a singing star’s
Wild Beauty.
Now behold my scars.

Now go throw yourself at the world.

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