Potters Wheel
A potter kneaded galaxies into shape.
Slapped on a thin layer of gravitational glaze.
Baked them in star ovens of varying degrees.
Laid sparkle to planet skin so all could see.
Laid sheen on the dream so dreamers could dream.
The potter's wheel is spinning eternally.
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