When the universe was new
He chose first to hang
sun , moon and stars.
He thought light first
for the night could never understand;
what knows the void of need,
of stars to guide the sailor's way,
or lovers hearts?
These clinquant alabaster chips
torn from the Pleiades, or Orion's belt,
streak the indigo
keenly aware the fate of men
who raise their sight to lofty goal.
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