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  • Terrific delusion, to orbit,
    and in just a moment, we'll swing around full circle.
    Like fire to down, electric reds will do their dance.
    Sun placid in gentle flow,
    Glowing fusion from which to grow.

    The stance taken passing days, missing the depths of you
    by gradient of light to look through.
    So we settle down, quietly, on Orion-Cygnus.
    I, arms outstretched, strive for other arms of our inward spiral.
    And lo, I'd be damned should I crave and scar for the cold of Carina-Sagittarius.

    Brief, the hush.
    Ejected from the System of Eden,
    the mind in another universe as the body remains on Earth.
    Vigorous, the shiver.
    I view the starry plane and gather a whisper seeking out the same.
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