When you look at the night sky
And rely purely on human observation
You can feel the wonder of those before us
You can see the stars dangling from a concrete dome
A moon pulled along by a horse and a rider
A ravenous wolf chasing intently
A sea of glass for holy feet
Stars on strings like ornaments
The shifting gears of the world tree
Pinholes in a canvas
Painted with intent by a maker
Named one by one
There’s innocence in those thoughts
Lost to the cold of endless space
Where nothing is stationary
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