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There whirls a world about a star
Gathering motes of dust from Far-A-Far
Upon the shining silvered seas' bright skin
That cloaks the place three-fourths within.

Upon the multicolored shards of stone
Reflecting from her fragile face
Some billions of small beings wander,
Ask themselves if they alone
Exist within the boundless dark
The very question seeks to sunder
Restraints of heartless reason stark
That advocate their ending without trace.

She shines against obsidian deep,
Bestirs Infinity within its sleep;
Tried at times the patience of formless Elohim
Stirred wings that whisper in the golden wind.

So She calls attention, having no intent
To do so, down upon her gleaming self
An invocation insincerely sent to a God or Gods unknown
Who may arrive someday to collect the rent
To tally up the Pros and Cons
Gather up such seeds as sown
Through troubled course of her existence, then begone
To distant parts, to pull new worlds down off the shelf.

So she spins in silence 'round her star
As billions wonder where those angels are;
The incense rising everywhere
Their hope a jewel in the Celestial Share.

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