Strange to say a starless night they’re all still up there
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strange to think they also live and die
collapsing inward exploding out terribly
constant in middle age (and strange how none go quite the same)
and how we think we know them having given
them names still wishing upon them
strange how empty a place space is
how far away these sparks the speed of light
not speedy enough we very well may be wishing
on ghosts
photons from stars long gone
not strange however:
how we see ourselves in them being mostly star
ourselves elementally down to the fingertips
still used to trace and teach
Perseus Ursa Major Big Dipper Draco Orion Andromeda still
it’s strange to say as constant as the stars
(or misleading)
strange how they are more like us than we
might realize hardly eternal but older
than words and yet sometimes still
so very young
Wow, so beautiful.
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Thank you, Kaushal!
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Thank you, this is beautiful.
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Thanks, Talia!
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How beautiful! Excellent – I really enjoyed reading this.
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Thank you for stopping by and reading!
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Oh my gosh – chills down my spine. This was something else. Really. The first poem I read by you mentioned the summer solstice and I like how you’ve tied in the science-y aspects in this one too. It’s a lovely, ponderous poem and I can’t wait to read more. 🙂
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Wow! Gorgeous!
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Thank you, Elizabeth!
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Beautiful, thanks for sharing
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Thanks for reading!
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This was beautiful thank you for sharing.
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Thanks for reading!
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