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Pirouetting in my Mind,
A subtle, Transient, dizzying rhyme;
Countless stars that dance in the night,
Each one blazing, an Exquisite Sight.

Tumbling past my Languid gaze
Into the distant billowing Haze,
A Fiery sojourner, rending the sky,
Tempting the onlooker to question Why.

Seeking the Temple of the Dream,
Our Endless, Recurring, Speculative theme;
While Promise sits on yonder Morn,
Waiting for Humanity to be Born.