Under the dim light
of twelve stars
hundreds
of thousands
of hectares
of crusty firmament
slowly baking
in arid desolation
A mysterious sphere
without invitations
dangling in the cosmos
awaiting
the zenith of eternity
in indifference
like a giant crumb
untasted
undervalued
overlooked
insignificant
wondering
whether it will be
anointed with raining souls
spewing in the distance
from shooting stars
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