Written in an art room while staring at a Van Gogh print.
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The wild night sky is splayed out
Like pair drops on a canvas,
Blue and black and vast and cold.
It rushes like water,
Ever-changing its formless face
While the stars fall gold and brilliant across it.
Swirling, shifting galaxies
Dazzle through the cosmos
Like celestial kaleidoscopes,
And as the earth spins beneath you,
You start to realize how small you are.
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