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Thursday, December 25, 2014

Wander

Planets will shine with a steady light, too much in the sun

 to see anything any less bright. Stars
Twinkle and wink at us, because they know the universe

 is not empty. 
As dawn comes on, Venus 

 is shorn of all her symbolism, as sure as this

Is Christmas morn. And it is cold. But I at least am warm

 for this time of year, and dressed to be born. Is there anything left
to cross such vast gaps?

In a world made new each year, where
 that star you see twinkle so merrily, so easily
May have died,  ages ago and you too

 will die, having hung your most desperate wish upon it.

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