The Works of the Skies
The dimming sun, hovers like a sound
Reclines and sleeps behind earth's jagged teeth
The moon, a bowl of milk, droplets spread throughout the sky
The stars come out while the sun rests,
The stars they sing and dance
To the wolf howling at the moon
Through the small looking glass
The stars, flickering in the sky
In that moment, we see the past
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