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This Earth of ours Spinning its Spiral around The Sun, In turn chasing its place Where Constellations run, Where even these Collections of Spinning Globes Vie for space in The Deepest Nodes Of Emptiness, Still follows apparent Defined Order, Night follows Day; Autumn, Winter; Noon, Midnight, and where Spring and Summer border. But, Stardust, Free to find its Resting Place, Free to brighten my very face, Knows no Law, knows no Master, Can change The Present, slower, faster, Change Winter in to Summer Clime, Can change The Extreme End of Time. These Specks of Matter That minutely scatter Their weight amongst The Glowing Heavens, Could play their Game, sixes and sevens, Where Precession wobbles its Set Pattern, And cause the Wandering Pole to turn, Could cause our Solar Flare to burn, And we would be no more! Would Cassiopeia and Cepheus be gone for ever, Would Alpha never Be a Staging Post, Nor Vega the Skies brightest Host. Would the Upright Marker in the night Never again be in Humans sight, Or will Stardust, As from Lifes Beginning, Shine its Love On me? Precession Mid Point A.D. 2102 Vega A.D. 15102 |