Counting the Stars
In solitary I thread through the streets,
And I saw a nude sky,
So I numbered the spark of constellation,
Still gazing up there,
I felt a transition,
A transition into another realm,
A realm beyond my grasp,
And enveloped in a circus of spectrum,
I was an ocean filled with ecstasy.
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