The dew soaks my back
As I stare into the sky.
Stars. So many stars.
I try to count them,
But nowhere to start or end,
No center, no bounds.
They say, if you keep
looking, you can find patterns
We've named and labeled.
I'd rather not know.
Rather, leave the stars unnamed.
Unknown. Not yet solved.
We can know it all.
We've the power of knowledge.
Instant solutions.
I'd rather not know.
Leave the stars unnamed, one last
Source of mystery.
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