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If the stars had found their way, colliding.

(Then) We would be gone at suspension of time.

The giant objects moved by massive explosions,

Flares in space nowhere into nowhere.

A mythic potion obtained from the skies.

Breaking one’s promise guarded by scape.

By all means to lit, by all wills of oath.

Eternity in rapture above the law.

Formulas, tools called by dimensions.

Creation - A sage of forge, an aging force,

Absorption, charmed by thy powers,

Possession - Pushed its roots to infinity.

Disciples found their way, wand of the world.

Winds of time blurred the dimension.

The giant objects moved by massive explosions,

Flares in space nowhere into nowhere.

Mortal as I am, I know that I am born for a day. But when I follow at my pleasure the  serried multitude of the stars in their circular course, my feet no longer touch the earth.

Ptolemy.