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AWE
what A skye
how I wish I can note them all
this poem will be a record of sorts
to the dancing stars, not a metaphor, dancing!
I watched them - as in the first STARS in the sky, made by God in Genesis
they knew I was watching with spaciousness; and they danced
an hour earlier, a yellowish light moved too fast for a plane i think
I will not let my mind make u stories about it
Let the Universe tell you what I saw, later
Because I went outside again,later
after the man-made object has slithered across the sky way too quickly
for anything natural,
naturally
later, they were waiting to show
to put on a late nite show
because I was watching
with spaciousness
space met space
stardust in me and the being in stars themselves
perhaps light and light
or pure CONSCIOUSNESS
equally
stars
sky
you
me
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