the stars
are a surprise tonight.
the gems
spilled out from some
black bag
of sky.
a pattern of sorts appears,
everything
in place,
as it was one
or a million years
ago.
but still
they awaken you to something
beyond
your home,
your house, the things
you own,
or desire.
the problems that surround
you.
how small we are
beneath the stars.
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