Apotelesma: An Ode To the Stars
Oh, sweet stars above,
Allow me thine embrace;
For there is not
a more pure nor
More wondrous
Presence
Than that of the heavens;
My world,
Inspired by thee,
Is slowly consumed
By the rising ocean of color
Slowly, slowly,
Thine depths are veiled,
Slipping silently as Atlantis.
Yet I know
Without a doubt
Thou shalt return
To envelop me
In thine starry brilliance
Once again.
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