Cobbling the Milky Way,
Straying of planets,
Leave lighted up those lights before your heart like rocks.
Placid, serene, by hands
In choice of space, set before your body and soul
For from time to time: Solidity of bark, leaf, or wall
And rip rap of things: will fall unto you…
For when you are old and meek
You enlightened - would need them!
psst....few lamps that i clicked...
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