Falling
through the sky, in scintillation,
refracted
starlight strikes a random eye.
Transiting
in timeless propagation,
an
instant, just, to cast its beauty by.
Light
travels the galactic arms that lie,
in
ancient paths of stasis strewn afar,
imperfect,
insubstantial as a sigh,
yet
perfect in the wonder that we are,
incredibly,
allowed to touch a star.
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