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I wrote this after looking up at the sky one night in longing and wonder. I felt a deep longing and a maybe bit of understanding.

Midst vast, great lengthy spaces spanning
In which this lonely human pangs
For closeness, for enlightenment
In solitude one star burns Man

For billions of years old Solo burns
Wheeling rounds the wheeling wheels
Here time and spirit chase his courses
And ever follow in his heels

Within his radient train, upheld
Lies Terra Firma, the home of man
Ocean haven globe of dust
Macro Cosmic Lunar Primer

Seasons lie in her repose
Tidal rhythms evolved up those
To dwell in this oasis sphere
In hopes their vain, proud knowledge grows

Solo Terra challenges infinity
But Pi still wheels round and round
Pondering I here: "What is real?"
Wonder if it can be found

Still, my soul filled star burns hot
Shedding light upon Terra dark
Wheeling wheels within wheeling wheels
Destiny and time lie at my heels.

"one man's search " Nameste :)