look at the sky and what do you see?
a sprinkle of light against an abyssal symmetry.
a studded sheath of the darkest gray
lighted by the innocence of the stars.
and from the start, everything seems clear
the bright draperies amazingly still and clean
across the foyer of the deepest of blue
a shadow over the grove of the past.
for what do we see? and what is there?
the truth unfolds, victims of lies,
for no one ever had the brevity,
to say that dead stars are all they see…
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