This is an original poem
Against the rich, velvety blackness
Of the night sky
Lie the many shiny blemishes
That mark the beginning of time.
A cold zephyr sweeps the Earth
As we look toward what our ancestors have all seen before,
A majestic cover-up
That mars the midnight sky.
The shiny blemishes twinkle high up above
But cannot be a steady reminder
For they burn out
Like an exhausted candle.
The cover-up shifts,
Revealing what we've all seen hundreds of times,
And there hangs the greatest blemish of all,
The birthmark upon the night sky.
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