Under the city,
Jupiter alone pierces
The sickly lamp glare.
On this patio
Only fifty frail stars
Peer out through the haze.
Standing. Mountain top.
Infinite stars bejeweled 'round,
Obscured by no veil.
Here, frozen solid
On Pluto's jagged peaks
The worlds are countless.
A hundred - thousand
Light years away, here every light
Is a galaxy.
- Posted using the awesomeness of Salazar Slytherin!
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