Stars blinking
Billions of God's eyes
Following one another across
A mostly vacant sky
The Moon smiles
Perhaps this is God's fingernail
growing for days until
It gets clipped
A slippery slope
To crane a neck
Staring out at
The distant explosion
Were these eyes meant to receive such an ancient light?
Apr 12, 2012
Apr 12, 2012 at 1:08 PM UTC
Stars blinking
Billions of God's eyes
Following one another across
A mostly vacant sky
The Moon smiles
Perhaps this is God's fingernail
growing for days until
It gets clipped
A slippery slope
To crane a neck
Staring out at
The distant explosion
Were these eyes meant to receive such an ancient light?
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