I am a starseeker
a hunter of the night,
collecting wisdom from silver dust.
Fiery silence, open skies
look down upon sleeping countrysides
and sullen cities,
waiting for a morrow not promised,
resting on dreams yet fulfilled.
Stars are really just the holes to heaven,
the gaps of bliss, keyholes to the afterlife.
The night sky is just a thin film
seperating us from all of the above:
The world of dreams,
of mythology and fantasy.
The fine line between fact and fiction
is drawn right above our heads,
and only those with their own heads
in the clouds, know such truths as this.
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