International Space Station
From the west
soundlessly gatecrashing constellations,
as bright as the Magi's star
it graciously gave me a minute of it's time
and then was gone.
Oh, to see what you see with my own eyes,
blues and swirling white,
that gentle glow that splits the day from night,
twinkling clusters of man
seemingly at peace.
With each orbit
serenely as you go, you fear no intruders,
violence or greed,
witness no suffering, vice or need.
See no flashes, hear no scream of war
only see how good it looked before
it fell abused, beneath the hand of man-
it really must be heaven
in a can.
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