A sea of desolate stars
lives in the earth’s bright skies
waiting for a stirring
in the habit of daily lives.
Wonders more wondrous
than our small imaginations
linger in quiet silence
mute in their frustrations.
Once we braved the void
leaping from Terra’s nest
and touched the face of Luna
caressed her alabaster breast.
No triumphant journeys now
we’re content with our machines
who watch with mechanical eyes
running lifeless routines.
We’re given over to indifference
as the mighty titans of space
travel on in ceaseless patterns
moving with ceaseless grace.
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