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The stars were sparkling little orange orbs

and yes the sense of a constellation riegns

naturally in my own curiousity like chores

of science and speculation broad in brains.

I bent and craned my straining neck back

and traced through the blackness of skies

the pure ancient and vibrant wonder that

seriously stops time and hushes every lie.

It is common in most accomplished poets

to utilize the crazy cosmos in their verses.

Diamonds float like strange stellar ghosts.

Reach, grab and keep them in your purse.