by Min Kim

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The night sky is not inky pitch but pink

The color of a fall before a rise

And burning stars blaze not, but simply blink

As I look out at lights that I despise

Where are the constellations of times past?

The chaos of the cosmos writ just so?

Far longer were these spirits meant to last

To show us all the greatness we could know

For wonder strikes my essence when I see

The past eternity of traveled light

Despite intrinsic human brevity

Someday will all humanity take flight                 

For in the velvet vistas of deep space

We all are wand’rers in a wand’ring place