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Heavens above

My God, it’s filled of stars. That twinkle and shine with each luminescent bulb affixed to their body With their blue and white moon-glazed skin that contracts the inky nothingness that follows It’s filled with little people, Or whatever they are, specks, molecules, aliens, feelings. Floating on their own journey though this world. Aggravated at earth for her inhabitants attacking a helpless woman, and Leaving her to the wolves of the universe. Its filled with celestial connect-the-dots, Where they wait, impatiently, for dreamers to trace their meaning And make sense of dots on a page. Its filled with us In our little designated corner of the room And our laughter that radiates across the atmosphere. Being heard from many rooms and up stairs and out the front door of her home.

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