Night Vision Autopsy
That star-radiant creation only seen ablaze at night
when mud-splat by the artificial insemination of urban light
aborts billions of twinkles through a milkier way, out of sight-
deadened in the darkest hours by glittering nightlife...
its unveiled, heavenly splendor for eons our delight
now neutered by this vasectomy of vision, blind to insight.
Cry...cry...cry with all your might!
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