Mission of gravity

Born from fire, sowing embers of renascence
in carefully ploughed rows of tomorrow and
tomorrow -

    shielded by the rogue's wings against
    the winds of time, lit by challenging
    twinkling eyes.

Shunning the false night, no slave to idle
dreams, and its twin, larcenous sleep,
you dwell in orbit around a millenium of
eternities.



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