Solace in the night,
graceful rays of light,
skin cells & scattered dust in flight.
Radiant stars ablaze,
settling a blinding rage,
a spectrum of colour misplaced.
Cravings to explore,
gravity contort,
convoluted ground from which born.
Tearing from the helm,
longing an outer cell,
take me to the moon to dwell...
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