An Astronomical Digression

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Constellations

I sing electric to the dying of a night.

My own blood beneath my nails, watching it sink down into the sea yet again.

 

I know it will rise again like a tide of velvet.

I trust the depths to relinquish the night once more.

It always has before…

Every single time.

 

Constellations…

Now constellations are another thing entirely.

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