The Sun has opened the sky.
It is a circle, with so much sparkle:
How do you contribute to the astrophysical?
Above, the stars
win themselves as exemplars
a fundamental is being heard
by the gods who are angered.
Neither do I love the clouds
Or the sky at black jet night,
For they add no meaning
to the clusters and galaxies-
it is an area of the mental imagery best left.
And the mind and body, untouched,
is solaced by enormity itself:
it is actually saving us from no dreaming.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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