Dots of stars
tiny they seem to be
wiggled in the midst of being.
Ever bright twinkles grand
aloof speckled moons,
freckled and carved to orbit;
by light they're dimmed
by night they're illuminated
to ash-gray clouds in sight.
In silence,
all exist amid their
balance floating strides.
Enigmatic cord string flight
elastic reverberation;
energetically attuned inner core
strayed grains in tone
stemming march to fore.
Blooming void to speak
crooked sight implore;
surrendering believe
to ascended truths,
weight eradicated mass,
infused in an obelisk of stars.
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