Randomly
Dusting off the windowsill
I marvel at the whirlwind
A thousand constellations
Have circled around my head.
Randomly they curl, and make a sequin band
Filling up the empty space, the void of vacant dreams.
Revolving they will land
Scattered wild and free
Then settle into worlds
Too small to ever see
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8/15/15
For:Randomling Contest: Sponsored by Mary Oliver Rotman
Resubmitted to Contest:225
Sponsor: Brian Strand
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