I open the door to the night
The sky is a mouth
It comes right out those teeth that tongue
deafened by the shifting words it sung
we are just guests our anticipation brightens the gloom
our bodies disconnected as our spirits are to be groomed
It's eyes are stars
seeing every angle from afar
Tiny lights of compound knowledge
above us night's edge
Those stars followed for millenia
by the primitives and explorers now entombed
I predicted when crunching numbers in the womb
forming deciding how I could get to you
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