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There are thousands of stars in the sky,
thousands that give Man a sense of infinity
managed by making shapes.
That’s a bull, there’s a dipper, those are twins.
No matter what they saw the stars never lost their edge.
How could they?
Later, to deal with the immensity, Man
sent out metal, waves, and emissions
in hopes they would finally understand
those small celestial points.
“Gas,” they said. “Burning suns like our own.”
Maybe some of them are.
Most of them are not.
There are things out there beyond measure.
Things Man could never fathom or hope
to control with their words. Things that look beyond them
as they look up and see their constellations.
But none are really interested in the small
blue planet of dreamers. None save one.
One appears often in Man’s history.
Appearing often in dreams or beckoning
to the wanderers of the north.
Always urging them to look further,
Reminding them there’s something out there.
Why it does so was always odd.
What is its purpose? Where’s the gain?
Why? We’ll know before long
for it remains in their night sky.
Urging.
