Here's a poem I wrote in December 2014. I hope it passes the sniff test.
STARS ON BLANK CANVAS
Skyward night projects inky black
Urban activity settles down
In rarest synchronization we all absorb a common masterpiece
The unsullied beauty becoming stars on blank canvas
Although their visit may be brief
They're bound to return soon
To initiate wonder
How we small creatures
Conduct a voyage alongside something so immense
On its face our travels appear cul de sac
A racetrack with few clear cut winners
Through stars above we're not fodder for the wolves
Decimating our opportunities
Our opportunities up high both shifty and constant
Impermanence shouldn't trouble us
We won't have to worry forever
As long as stars visit our most genuine fantasies
Not everything we hear brandishes a despondent sting
They always remember to shine
So we can next day try to shine also
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