Think like the sun as if stars
Empty their light,
And that black hole means
Death, of the other sort
And the same kindness.
Thinkers are more splendid,
Often their thoughts are unthought,
Simply their homes needed a
Fire or some dragon that
Looked like feeding ones.
The thought that came with
The compass means too many days,
And these behaviours strive
So that devils are against you,
Thoughts derive their function.
This star in the sky thinks alike,
Bits of words are like stars of the
Black sky, but vivid colours
Resolutely diminish on this world
Called Earth. Think alike to matter.
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