now in lasting twilight
your mind sight seeks renewal
reaching upward toward the pinpoints
on the hoary head of night
toward never worlds seen only
in your visionary dreams
with ostentious variations
on your planetary theme
the third stone marks exception
to the universal rule
of mindful, random glories
and oppressive, lifeless orb
On that great day of speaking
when the vastness whirled to being
It was known that you’d come seeking
and perhaps known what you’ll find
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