A quaint neighborhood scarred by falling stars
With the scent of venison in the air
and the dawn shamelessly stretching itself across the horizon
Releasing itself from the sky to whisper across the land
Whispering through old picket fences and short trimmed lawns
Forming people with it's humidity, people now shocked at the fallen star craters
Their faces emanate new light that gives them voices and expressions
As if they were somehow blank before
And in one of those craters one could imagine a large insect like creature
But dawn's brightness sprayed the clay a warm red revealing a blessing
and from within the crater there was movement
Some beautiful new beginning awaiting the sun
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