Sidereal affairs unfold
a psalm of dust and distance.
Gravity kneels to its own law,
light keeps the faith
at time’s behest.
The nebula wheels in silence,
doubling and burning
in sacred obedience.
Stars relinquish their warmth,
offering brilliance
to the dark.
There is solace
in such order
where beauty stands apart,
untainted by desire.
A fragment of soul sent
seeking communion
with that cold perfection,
the logical grace
which never speaks of love,
yet embodies nothing else,
yet embodies nothing,
yet embodies.

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