I spend my sleepless nights
With modern candlelight
Across my weary face.
Counting all the stars
Of galaxies too far
To have a living trace.
Yet when the border's gone
My eyes are tempted so
To take the giants on.
The void runs with my blood
Spirals form all throughout
With rose rho waves aflood.
But then I see them roam -
All the galaxies together.
I have found my home.
This bond creates a spark
With orbs aimed high above-
We notice every quark.
With telescopes as gates
Let's search for a pulse
That determines our fate.
……………………………………………………………………………
And so these sleepless nights
Will constantly excite,
Despite the mask I keep.
I just require sleep.
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