Stars, Moving

Wheeling through the galaxy
of imagined paths, lightways,
to seed new stellium.
Without end, the glisten, shimmer,
glamour, glimmer. Stars moving,
ephemera catching fire, becoming.
And now a white heat, impossible
to overcome. This is the way it
will be. Past, passes as the future
is a beacon of purest starlight.

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