Aligning in the air
Two circles
Crisp
Dark
Significance is supposed to hang
On the celestial bodies
At this moment of their dance.
They pull the tides
They light the sky
But that isn't enough
For those waiting for a harbinger
Or a boon
When our world blooms with life
With water, and with air
Everyday,
In a universe of dead rock, superhot hydrogen,
An unfathomable lack of density, the void of space, dark matter,
We dream for what?
What more can we dream for?
A lottery's lottery's lottery
Couldn't make the Earth.
The vanity of Man.
We would beg the sky to fall
So the world would own up to our call,
Bring order to our chaos,
End us.
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