But in reality shaking with amiable laughter,
All them billion years or older
And us mere fading wisps of smoke.
Raw light in the dark
Apparently black canvas jaded
With pinpointing diadems,
Celestial stadium of perpetual, ageless watchers,
Constellated hope of endless light for mankind.
Seems like the dark
Forces our race to find light
All us watching the stars,
And them watching us
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