Stars whisper and I hear God
He is gentle
I am a mess
Tenderness shines in the Milky Way
Say your prayers
Broken like the Tower of Babel
Fragmented like a Kafka novel
Alive enough to look out
Birds sing praise
Time circles like apple trees
Existential musings are weak
Self-affirmation crushing
My church is abstract
Me pew nature
The choir of morning
The choir of night
I still hear the stars whisper
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