Stars
The stars circle in the sky
Pinwheeling from place to place
But when seen from another eye
They seem to stand in space
They look down at you and me
Probably dead and gone
And though I know you cannot see
I do not wish the dawn
Stars, spin in the cloudless heaven!
Fish, spin in the bottomless sea!
I will ground myself with my pen
And my paper will act as my lee
For though the fish swim with a will
And though the stars are dead
My pen and paper are finally still
My story can be read
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