He designed his patterns upon the midnight sky-
He painted his words on whispers denied-
Angels laid on their backs and fell through his arms-
Their heads at rest, their hearts disarmed.
Glass circles, crooked lines- 88 musical notes,
Crystal cygnini swimming daintily afloat,
He’s Alpha Centauri, with an invisible story,
He’s Alpha Centauri, tripled celestial glory.
~X.Helmi
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