A far off conversation between four
One in the centre like a protective ring
Triangle
This doesn’t matter how you draw it they are connected.
From here it could be the pyramid, it is the point.
They sparkle in the distance
They shine in the dark.
I wonder what the aim is, the patterns in the black.
Ancient storytelling
Pencilless art.
Can you write a symphony in the sky
See the notes the planets aligned
The Scorpion their third.
How many songs
Are in the patterns of the stars
Could they be written in the sky
Without a sound or a word.
Pauses in the space between
Or merely the screen.
Are there letters written and dreams told?
How many invisible lines does the sky hold
And why does it transfer to rock?
Following the stone of the sunset,
The lines of the three remaining.
Love ran away.
Told twice that it’s time to sleep.
It listens for no reason.
I wonder what it hears.
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