Wondrous Heavens? No Wonder. (poem)

Skyward dots…Changing. Growing.
My description fails to explain a monumental beauty.
I’m alone.
Why are my peers sunblind? They forget the moment the moon hid, when a sky-long shimmer dimly gleamed.
Black canvas peppered white…
what an incredible riddle!
Ancients look through the night,
a translucent band in the middle.

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