Three


A perfect grid
A freshly paved celestial sidewalk
Every line placed by the sun

Our home is a mathematical masterpiece of energy
Every corner bustling and necessary

We breathe because the moon breathes
The Milky Way’s greatest conductor
Her hand calling on each wave that rolls down our suspended sphere

She was our first master
Allowing the energy of blue to erupt
Trumpets screaming
Lights dimming
An encore one day we will demand
Followed by earth shattering applause

Second Act.

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