Celestial Rimas Dissolutas
This crystal sky’s non polluted,
I can glimpse into a lush world.
Hidden starships hang in the air,
when will they become visible?
Doubters called it convoluted
as distant galaxies still swirled.
All that I manage is to stare,
awed by what shines invisible.
Bottled starlight tousles my hair,
celestial grips me with sly skill.
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