Look up at dark night sky
See many lights that swirl not hurl
Some very bright that flicker
Occasionally a red that moves
Most from metal flying up high
Encasing human life
Wonderment as they circle and not fall
It’s about time allocation
Approx fourteen counted
Are there really around four thousand
Encased humans above my head
Gazing wider around this - only black sky!
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