A Lantern For All Mothkind
Iron cradle softly swinging; bringing
Lume. River's edge aglow with red that doth
Flow o'er whistle reed and ancient croft.
And from the gloom doth glint a thousand wings
Of rust; small forms cascade like Saturn's rings
'Round Sol's lantern—satellites held aloft
On pale stardust. Frail bodies tumble, lost
In the evening ether; ne'er to be seen.
Behold my beacon, ye with silver tails!
Void pilgrims! 'pon fluttering engine fumes
And plasma trails dost thou flee; all too far
From my star; yet when from night thou dost ail
'Tis ne'er far beyond. Carry it home
In thy cryo-pods, and ne'er shall we part.
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