The skyscape is
the most documented,
lavished scape we've found,
but its monuments shift
away from fame, never
celebrated twice, never
come to ground
In upper air, supported
by breeze and beams
of light, indifferent
to all our upholding
gaze
and gone in night
the sky goes ways,
and we look up,
and find it's right.
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