In my dream,
I said that the stars
seemed to be holding up the night.
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Pin-pricks of light,
fastening the flowing, velvet sky
to the walls of the Universe.
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Wotta Game
Time began with a BANG.
“Getcher hot galaxies”
Shouted the Cosmic vendor.
Hurling the bagged, burning galaxies,
out, out, out.
What’s waiting there
to make the catch?