The tips of towers,
the lines of lights and satellites
look just like stars
but I know, now,
what a star looks like.
A star stands still
shedding light wave after wave
clapping, overlapping, somersaulting--
some are weeping
but none are sleeping.
A star can never sleep.
Its work is play, its night is day
fighting to pray even for us:
All we like sheep have gone astray
But I know that a star will stay.
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