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Lights splinter on the mist of night

Winking back at stars,

Mechanical mimics of the constellated sky,

Wands of wizards waving feebly

At the unconcerned enactment of the universe.

How could such faint illumination

Of man meddling with miracles

Extract my attention

From the stars

Waiting for me

On the impatient verge

Of Eternity?