asleep in the rise
of a star
set against light
passing
in lifetimes, twinned
against systems
nebulous
as far as they are wide
daunting
we circumvent
a sun
one look
the night sky
and the past gazes
back, calmly
ancient is the dark
that holds our sun
light so holy
so necessary
to us all
as we go
gently, gently
into that good
night
so bright
stardust, twinkling
alive.
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