Scrap of paper from somewhen '03

At least I think that it was '03. This scrap of paper with some badly scratched poem was in a sack full of over papers which desired badly to be tossed out in the rubbish, and I can only locate the date because there was a receipt from a Tastee Freeze dated from that year. Of course, that may mean little or next to nothing, but here goes:

Knowledge only augments
grief,
because study of humanity
reveals only that humanity
has entwined itself
in its own casket of
intolerance.
And we think that
we could end bereavement
if we could just pull
one star
down
from the sky.
And I sleep
for no other reason
than to, one day,
awake beside you.