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Jupiterpoetry&fotography&poetry
The sun disappeared and the dark returned.
Jupiter’s moon and a thousand different stars
Beckoned to a million fractions of time,
filling the empty corners with light
like the hope of a hundred different dreams.
Sleep, sleep, sleep on.
Too many lost horizons, composed of dust and stones compressed into eternity,
Now stretch endlessly into a darkening void.
Sleep
