The Moon and Rumination

a man alone would look upon the stars, with such decisive awe, to find alone his heart. somewhere up amongst the solar stories a spark ignites across his eye, and its known that starry heart his own, has set itself apart to signify some meaning in all the streaks and dots across the the blacklit sky. all luminous and pearled it begs above a world and looms, the view picturesque and human. and should a man alone speak out his soul and person against the fall of night, hell find his heart amongst the stars, from dark against the light.

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