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small punctured holes,
silk floating in velvet


We humans watch,
and wait in awe
as one shoots by – we wish.


Ancient Greeks dared to construct them
into constellations, charted, tracked, as
they rotated around our Earth so far out,
as if to ask: why?


Why are we stuck on this rock,
while they wander freely?
Even Gods couldn’t walk among them, why?
Our destinies dangle by invisible strings,
those stars hold;
they swing them up and down.


We try to grasp them;
they’re so far away from us
so much bigger than us
and we are only


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