my cabin awed by the night sky.
It swept, a stellar cresent from west
to east and back again. I could see the
perspective of space unfold, the
constellations expanded in depth,
the firmament turning in every
direction. A space that contains
everything and is contained by
no boundary, and only a thinning
of its weft, like a path opened
towards Venus, to make it stand
out alone over the frame of
the earth, with a steady slash of
light exploded and concentrated
at one point.
I was mesmerized by the silver
moon, an opaque disc, a
luminous sphere outlined by
the obilque rays of the sun,
but this appeared to mean nothing
to the grey, blue, white, and
brown owl standing motionless,
eyes wide, on the apex of the roof,
who only blinked once and
seemed not to be impressed
at all.
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