My fickle eyes can barely make
A distance in the sky's black lake.
A blur, a smudge... But not suffice
To see a glint in rings of ice.
I wish my jaded eye could reach
The rosy flow, sulphuric beach,
The ice and furnace of extremes...
The crucible of astral dreams.
The mighty behemoths of gas
Black holes drilling time's crevasse.
A belt of rock, a cuff of storm
To feel our system's pulsing, warm.
To Earth's far siblings in this sky...
That sight and spirits there could fly.
Our universes orbit us -
T.V., birthday, dinner, bus...
But everyone deserves a trip;
The sea of stars? Go skinny-dip!
Wallow in how small we are
Just cosmic dust's brief avatar.
Float in the wonders, drink the scale...
Read the stars like ancient Braille.
Returning, how we'd laugh at stress
We'd sex and love and care much less
About cool 'stuff' and credit checks...
Be nicer to our fellow specks.
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