My flotilla of stars cross your ignorance crass
Their sheen pure clean the mess craze within,
Calm deep idyll neat in panorama blue beep,
Glide troubles, ill premonitions clouds away,
Unravel skeins of life lines from war hounds,
From greed, sloth, chronic politics dire misfits,
Take the potion of the rays of my wits concoction-
Read Ye the glimmer of my flotilla of stars...
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