How could I dream
Of my problems as "obstacles"
When I can study
The vast endless stream
Of all human history,
Always repeating while
Tales long forgotten
From dead worlds do gleam?
What about me
Effects the nine planets,
All caught here and twirling,
Not e'er to be free
Until time kills their star
As it does to all others
Who each have THEIR planets
Somewhere in the sea?
What can the Sun do
To Stop its own dying
Or to stop it in starts
That our galaxy's won,
which is twirling, besides,
Next to some other galaxy
Sharing the story
Some giant once spun.
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Written November 23rd, 2004
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That was really nice ... I'm in love with the sky, especially the heavenly bodies or whatever you call them, so this one got me right here -pats heart-
Edited on Dec 05, 1:39 p.m. because ''.
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