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Lo, I
know this community of stars:
This geography of sky is still familiar.
Associations of liquid mythologys –
Well-memorized gossip
of ancient, ancestral celebrities –
High and heavenward I behold the clock of God.
It twirls for a Time around me, flowering into
season,
Proclaiming its proud, cultural identitie,
A StoryBit of SkyPiece
That soon shall be
By some self-satisfied future
Phorgotten.
