Far, far out
Orange skies melted.
First to crusty red, then deepest blue-
Bits of heaven crumbled into the sea.
The clouds raced in slow motion,
Dragged by silver wires
Across that evening ceiling.
Eventually I woke the stars with a clap,
And they crawled under that fading cloak
To light the night.
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