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August 31, 2005 - A poem about Cosmicity

Not for Sale.

Look to samphire skies
Where nature’s stations form
Where playful dusk twists sun
And stars begin to turn.

Gaze on, gaze on
Where nations share the show
Where children learn to muse
With horizon twine and flow.

Drink-in the twilight breach
Where souls run to rivered night
Feel winds that rest and contemplate
Then breathe what we all know.

No-one owns the sky.


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