Noises From the Machine
08 January 2015
Starry Night
Pinpricks of white-hot light
Pierce night's shroud,
Icepicks through silk,
Astronomically distant, yet
Palpably present.
Rays from cosmic furnaces,
Dampened by the void,
Pause their celestial journeys
To warm this marrow-freezing night
With wonder.
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