the Sky Withheld
its Secrets from All but Me—
While the Road was Guide
to Past and Future
Treasures only I could See—
And only in the Hours
just before Dawn
will Spirits come out of Hiding—
While beside all the Fires
up there in the Sky
Voids, Release their Lightning.
And to Capture the Energy
is a Precious Task—
not fit for the Faint of Heart—
And all that's Asked,
is to Savor, not Squander
The Dangers, of Galactic Art.
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