A flight of swallows
Spins outside the window.
One by one,
The stars turn on
And the yellow sun
Transmogrifies to dusty rose
As it sinks
In its ebbing light.
The moon's in tune,
Stars turn on
And clouds drape
Across the sky.
Snared in the web
Of the Milky Way, we careen
Through space, twirling on earth's axis,
Around the sun, and into the black.
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