Like a moth seeking the light
A close sight is a death flight
Let me see what's inside me
And take notes for posterity
Sky is overcast but won't last
Stars will come out in overdrive
Silence will overrule the world
Listening, my heart will unfold
Am too enraptured by the spell
Magnificent sky soon will tell
Multitude of secrets overflow
In images, undefined until now
Life and death unfiltered in time
Multiverses merge in this prime
Knowledge flow within the brine
Reborn with the stillness, rhyme
For all poets seeking to rhyme,
pursue the light no matter
11/20/22
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