Four stars, clustered
Empyreal longing, flustered
Angels trying to dance on the head of a pin
There's no way in,
And no way out
Of this asterism.

Like Orion's belt,
Dreams bind, unfelt
Aeternitas, his face decayed,
Remains unswayed
You may not leave
This asterism.

Four stars, clustered
And Nut, body lustred,
Reclines and stretches out a single hand
To me.
And though I know not why,
This is me and the night sky.

The End

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